He took his machete and took two good swings at the plant. Inside the plant he found his former life, recreating itself in bacteria. He could see his errors and all of the opportunities that he passed up. His eyes turned to lava and all of the sudden he was a volcano determined to destroy the pueblo. The pueblo needed the white man to come save it. The pueblo is poor. I love the pueblo. I want to play in the pueblo. In the mud. The white man will clean me up and then I can say things like--"Thank you Meester! You are so kind!" Then my life will be a movie and I can go on talk shows and tell everyone about life in the pueblo. I'll be everyone's favorite minority. Life will be beautiful.