Ever now an then one a them oldies still go off talkin bout things when theys kids an how good usta be, lotsa food an cars runnin an peoples all safe an nobody scared an shit. Then theys always cryin an boohoohooin an askin why why till sombody kick em in tha head ta shut em up.

Crazy, huh? Like Joey say, peoples be peoples. Ya tellin me peoples aint peoples a hunnert years fore now?

Looka here. Ya got a hunnert peoples over there, got nothin, eatin theys dogs, fightin over theys wimins. Ya got ten peoples over here, plenny a food, wimins for all em. How long they hunnert peoples gonna wait fore they take it all for theyself? Less a course them ten peoples got a lotta big guns an dogs an shit an take turns sleepin an watchin an never restin.

Ya tellin me a hunnert years fore now be diffren?

Ya gotta do smart. Look at Joey, trade hims ole ma ta them starvin mormons for a gun an two dogs.

They gonna eat her sure. Then her be gone an what they mormons  got? But Joey him still got a gun an two dogs. Good dogs, not for eatin.

Even ya got jus a one piece a stinkin maggoty dog leg somebody lookin ta take it. Even ya got jus a one skinny half-dead wimin, somebody lookin ta take it. Even ya got jus tha rags ya wearin somebody lookin ta take it. Even ya got nothin ya still got a body, an everbody wannna body for somethin, eatin an fuckin mostly.

That be peoples. Ya tellin me peoples a hunnert years fore now aint peoples?