Jose and his son were sitting on top of a hill, outside the township that Jose had founded. Jose turned to his son and began to speak. "My son, I trecked through uncharted wilderness and many dangers to find the place to build this fine town, but do they call me 'Jose the explorer'? No." "And I built the beginnings and majority of this town. Eight out of ten homes were built by my hands," he indicated towards the town, "but do they call me 'Jose the constructor'? No." "And I farmed five thousand acres of land with no aid from anybody, with cattle, sheep, and a great deal of produce, but do they call me 'Jose the farmer'? No." "But you fuck one lousy goat...."