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The origins of Thanksgiving lie in the humble 1880's, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona
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| Yee-hah! I'm Frank Stilwell, deputy sheriff here in Tombstone. Oh, and I also beat an old man to death with rocks out by the old Brokow mine in what the San Francisco papers are calling a 'ritual.' | |
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| We here in Tombstone give thanks for lots of things. Why, I personally give thanks to Hastur, the King in Yellow, for allowing me to put a bullet in Morgan Earp's spine. | |
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| What in the fruited nipples of our nation's plains are you talking about? Thanksgiving isn't about shooting Morgan Earp in the back! It's about gorging yourself on the also-ran symbol of our nation! | |
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Once again the Thanksgiving spirit failed to find purchase in the rocky wilderness of Pete's heart.
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| For the luvva...sorry, kids, we're going to have to come back and try and learn the origins of Thanksgiving next strip. | |
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| Hey, Pete, check it out! I got my Thanksgiving Morgan Earp bits right here! Says they were shot off of him by Pete Spense himself! | |
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