Why
Because I said so that's why
Because this is the old west
Because there's gold in them thar hills
There's graves that need to be dug
Someone has to take charge
There are two kinds of people in the world
People with guns and people with shovels
A cigar moves from side to side in the mouth
To a smirk with gleaming teeth
Pick up your shovel from the dirt
Dig!
The moral to our story is; feed your gun bullets every day. Fill people full of lead.
Don't ask stupid questions. You might end up excavating or better still....dead.
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