Fuckin' turtles all the way, man. Bitches travel with their houses and their defenses. What the fuck defenses do giraffes have? I stab a turtle, it bounces off their shell and it breaks my knife. Plus, snapping turtles can take off your fucking fingers. I stab a giraffe, well... what the fuck are they gonna do, neck me to death?
In order: Me, Rodeo, Leah, Leah. Not that you're not tough, Chief, but Leah scares the fuck out of me and I'm pretty sure Rodeo has more experience in hand-to-hand. Me, I'm just quick and I fight dirty.
Because you're the kind of guy I wish I'd worked for. Maybe I wouldn't have so much goddamn blood on my hands if that were the case.
Do I look like a fucking meteorologist? Quick, let me get my fucking radar and green screen and I'll tell you a bullshit answer that probably won't even be correct! That'll help society go about their daily lives!
English.
Considering: I was only in New York twice in my life before the fucking apocalypse, I didn't even know you were a mounted officer, and, barring extreme drunkenness, I'm pretty fucking sure I've never shoved anyone off a horse, I'm gonna say no. Sounds hilarious, though.