Hey Injun, I already owed you one for ignoring that religious sermon which you preached at me a week or so back, and now I owe you another for ignoring your drunken religious ravings here. However, I've figured out how to make it up to you, so you know that, just like all white folk, I'm honest and a man of my word:
I've taken a good look around your reservation and I now realise why you're always complaining and in such a bad mood. There's no way you could ever stay drunk, even if you spent all of your welfare checks on booze.
It's a pretty safe bet that your squaw has more hair on her cunt than you could grow corn for your whiskey out there, with all of that useless shiny, yellow rock sticking out of the ground.
So here's what I'm gonna do for you. I'm gonna rip all of that nasty yellow rock out of the ground for you and take it away, free of charge. Yes, that's right, for free! Then I'm gonna replace it with lots of fresh, fertile horse shit, so you can grow all the corn you ever want.
THEN I'm gonna throw in a bunch of sacks of corn seed, some necklaces made from genuine white man's plastic for the squaw and, best of all, a brand new still!
So how does that sound for a deal, Injun? Have I come through for you, just like I promised?