Suddenly the room illuminates, revealing a rather unorthodox setup. There seems to be some sort of crude conveyer, decorated with silhouettes of guns with lights attached to the fake barrels. The body, slumped awkwardly, is riddled with holes and seems to be leaking hay. It's much less realistic in the light, but it's also attached to the conveyers...at least somewhat.

It might be some overly elaborate security system. Hard to tell, with so many pieces that don't seem quite fluid with each other yet.

And there, on the floor, is Al, lying on his back and laughing quite openly.

"S-shit there's that dead eye again. I had to test it out, pal."

And just audible under the choking laughter--is that the sound of a horse? It certainly is, and it's whinnying up quite a storm somewhere close by.