It was a town mostly populated with elderly John Wayne fans and their caregivers.
All of you losers, the Great Woolly Mammoth said. The undocumented and disabled. The forgotten ones. The left behinds. The last will be first. It's our turn. All of you need to fight together, every which way you can, and then some, and then some more, and even after you do all that, you will probably fail, and then die.