YOUR WAMPUM AIN'T
WORTH SHIT TO ME
What, what? You want Connecticut?
Jeez, at least pay me for the name.
Give me fire-water, or take my squaw.
It's probably the same. We share in this
world. One big tribe of the living. What's
this big boat you bring in? Sails like that,
we never have seen. We cut out our bark
canoes; like you have now - Boy Scouts
for merit badges for use. Never had we
heard of that. Special to us? Only the
Great White Father? Is that for you or
ours? I think we have the Great Spirit.
You've only been here five or six moons,
and already you crazies have me
all confused. Go 'way.
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