At the mention of his name, Bullseye perked up at Woody's words and caught on exactly to what he meant. He drew up his front hooves, stand on his hind ones, his makeshift pistols coming a little too late - !! He pounded one hoof to his chest, his tongue hanging over the side of his mouth as he flopped down, the loser of the duel.

He laid there for one a few seconds before opening the corner of one eye -- to see their reactions -- then quickly closing it to re-assuming 'playing dead.'