Pedro was overwhelmed with Emma yelling at him and the Sheriff asking him questions.  His eyes darted back and forth between the two, not knowing who to reply to first; Pedro mumbled jibberish back at them trying to answer all their demands at once.  He let out a sigh of relief when the Deputy arrived with some clothing.  Pedro tried on the trousers, they were way too big.  They must have belonged to the world’s fattest man because Pedro had slept in tents that were smaller than those trousers.  And to add insult to injury, the britches were bright red!  Mumbling his discontentment at the Deputy's choice in fashion, Pedro held up the shirt to look at it.  The damn thing had polka-dots on it.  Big green polka-dots...  "What is dis, some kinda joke?  Joo bein' funny wit me?" he scowled at the Deputy as he slid his arms into the shirt.  As Pedro buttoned each button, starting at the top, it got smaller and smaller.  He was only able to button the top three buttons of the shirt, which only reached to his belly button.  The sides of the shirt looked like curtains displaying his stomach and the sleeves only stretched half way down his arms.  The shirt was three sizes too small, obviously it was a child's shirt.<br/><br/>Pedro stood there in his too small green polka-dotted shirt, holding his tent sized bright red trousers up with one hand because he had no belt and his shotgun in his other hand.  From under his oversized sombrero he displayed a severe frown that paralleled the down turned lines of his ridiculous mustache.  When the Sheriff threatened a beating if he didn't pay Emma, Pedro held up his hands to show that he didn’t have any money allowing the trousers to fall around his ankles.  “What do joo want me too doo Sheriff?” he asked the lawman.  Shuffling his feet, still bareassed, he turned to Emma he said, “Senorita, I can pay joo da monies I owe joo when I come back into town in dos semanas.” (two weeks)<br/>