Nicholas D. Wolfwood was a bounty hunter and a damned good one at that. Naturally, when he heard of a head worth $$60 billion, he was curious.
Wanted posters lined shops and alleyways, always the same face plastered on all of them. The "Legendary Gunman," or "Humanoid Typhoon," whatever you wanted to call him, had evaded capture for quite a while. Everywhere you go, you'd hear stuff like: "Didya' hear? They say Vash the Stampede is gonna show up in so-in-so town, bla bla bla."
He had made it his goal to track down the infamous man and claim his bounty, no matter the costs.
So, to say Wolfwood was confused would be quite a considerable understatement.
Vash the Stampede stood not even 10 feet away from him, playing a one-sided game of dodgeball with children. (The legendary gunman being the only member of the losing team, might he add.)
He could only stare as the $$60 billion man was hit with ball after ball by relentless 10-year-olds.
The gunman seemed to notice his staring and smiled. "Wanna join?"
Another dodgeball hit his head with a 'bop.'
Wolfwood tried to form some kind of words, but God had decided to ignore him when he needed it the most.
"Hand me a ball."