I reckun we should find us a big tree and lynch him till he sees things the way they ought to be seen - the way we see em!

And then after we lynch him, when he isn't so obstinate and is more compliant like, we can cut him loose and lissen to what he has to say.

Life will be a fine sight easier when we all think same like! Then maybe ER and AZ will be able to half-tolerate this cussed place.

Me, the happiest place on God's green earth is over a little ways in Grover's Gulch. I can speak there and all I hear is'n echoes of misself. It's sweet an I reckun I spent hours lissenin to misself and thinkin what a fine place that was.

Shur you'd like it too. Those echoes is fine and nary a word is spoken that one can't find downright agreeable.

Yessirree TB and his ilk is a blight on this otherwise fine town. We's run em all outta town or lynchem an we'all will feels jus fine.

Its a good thing yall pointed it out how donright dispickable TB is, I espectin these re-pressed and burdened folks, like yersself, felt much obliged to see'n this fine truth spoke to-day.

Now whered that plum rope gone off to?