WESTMORELAND: Hey man, what's shakin'. What's the story with this valley? This a good place to live, you think?
LOPEZ: It is very fertile. My family has lived here for many generations.
WESTMORELAND: Awesome. I'll put my mansion right here sorta where you're standing.
What's with the triangle things?
LOPEZ: Those are the SACRED PYRAMIDS where my ANCESTORS are buried.
WESTMORELAND: Cool. There any kinda ZOMBIE CURSE or anything we should know about?
I mean, I want to PILLAGE 'em, but I don't want to cause no PROBLEMS.
LOPEZ: Our people lie merely ASLEEP in their graves, waiting to SHRIEK forth and bring AGONIZING DEATH to ANY who would dare disturb their peace.
WESTMORELAND: Be serious.
LOPEZ: ...in truth the curse is probably apocryphal.
WESTMORELAND: WICKED. Carter, bust out the Gatling guns. I want to be revered as a god by teatime.
{{Header: take over at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: i want to be booty-deep in booty, you know wh'um sayin?}}