Stumpy: "I was bummin' in a hole-in-the-wall town in what is now called Utah. Some fella from Colorado shows up, starts makin' so-called improvements. Right? Well, 'fore we know what hit us, the streets are runnin' with latte."
Stumpy: "Yep. It got so bad that a fellow that liked to, you know, smoke a little grass, or drink a little ripple, crow like a rooster, maybe challenge the mayor's son to a gentleman's duel was uncouth against God. More like bad for real estate values. Stumpy had to go! Richard, be careful what you wish for."