I rode for sixteen days. The sun was gone. My horse was beat. I was on a quest, the John West quest, to show the world my tuna was best. The best! I stopped at Hungry Horse for lodgings. I needed a drink. Then I started to talk. Drink does that. I confessed to the barmaid my doubts.
"Princes Tuna Chunks are winning." I sulked.
"What's that Honey?" She said.
"Princes Tuna, they're winning."
"That sure don't sound like a positive attitude."
"Since I lost my lucky hat, I been taking a lickin'."
"Well, what'cha gonna do about it Honey?"
Now, that got me thinking. Princes Tuna Chunks had some deal site promoting them. Mad hillbillies sharing deals for Princes Tuna Chunks. Why?! Everybody knows John West Tuna is the best.
"You're right. I'm gonna find those pesky deals for Princes Tuna Chunks. I'm gonna walk straight into that deal town and fire off expired reports like hell on Earth! Thank you ma'am. I tip my lucky hat to you."
"What you waiting for then? Go get at 'em."