Harold, Bill and Gabby, three tired and hungry cowboys, are sitting around a campfire about to eat dinner. Jose, the cook, a grimy, stubble-faced huge Mexican guy, throws down the pot and holds up his gun.
“The first one of you jerks who makes a fuss about your supper gets trouble from me!” says Jose.
There is careful silence as the purple and green slop is served up, and the eating begins. “God!” shrieks Harold, gagging and turning blue. “This stuff tastes like shit.” Then, immediately eyeing the big Mexican, Harold adds enthusiastically, “But good shit, real good shit.”