how the west was won

old man: nore would you want to know about the nar whales we keep in the barn. its a farse! (The old man begins to pull the ropes down and bind them) makes no matter of the sort this ported potter. i'de a blotter in my time. in a west of the Chip-chipe river. Only make you live alone your whole life. windex whimpering.
(A young boy starts to wander into the space. He is dragging a large dead snake in his hand. He notices the old man but tries not to make eye contact with him. The old man continues on his rant as the boy shuffles through the sawdust piles.)
old man: scrappy? scrappy they called me. i was a westie westerner. bluthering blister back then. making my marks on the women. pantering my way into their hearts. suits best. mesk my musk if you know what i mean. (to the young boy) dream it! i dare you. (shaking his head) young foolish and whisp-smackler. if i had a pencil for every time i listened to you. (again to the young boy who is not paying attention) relative to the bellhop. in my day we were born fighters. loosers were not accepted. there is no loosing in this town sunnie. bunny buddy boy. (the boy comes up upon the old man and without warning whips the dead snake at his head. It hits the man with such a blow that he falls to the ground. the young boy continues to wander the space without saying a word.)