Zippty do dah, zippty-ay, I’m gonna blow all you dirtbags away. Plenty of bullets I’m gonna spray, Zippty do dah, zippty-ay

How did I end up at down at the docks?

Was that gunfire outback?

Father, please forgives me for it seems I must walk in my past shoes tonight.

Does anyone need or wish to talk about their sin?

So, you're choosing to ignore my idea about what to do with the Glades. That's fine.

Like a plant, I'll fight for my portion of the sunlight. You'll see soon enough.