Okay, look here….

I am not and I repeat not…dead.  Dying.  Not gonna pass out.  Look like I am in trouble.  Or in need of your assistance in any way, shape or form.

So get on out of here….shoo, little missy.

Seriously.

Move.  Don't even think about coming down here to me.  Or so help me, I'll….I'll….

Well, I'll think of something to club ya with.

Or better yet.  Go make your home down the road at the big white barn.  This is a no vacancy farm for vultures.

….a minute later.

I stopped to take a water break.  They called for reinforcements.  Four more showed up.

And I picked up a really big stick.