[If that's the same as a shit list, Blake has been on plenty of those. And he's had plenty of worse things shouted at him.

He's almost gotten used to guys with stupid Elvis haircuts.]

When I say the real world, I mean the one with guns and cars and no magic fish. And I mean this land.

[Two years. Christ.

It's going to mean something, damn it. He stands up straight, chest stuck out.]

First thing, we're gonna have a police department. A real one.