Snakes Tolliver has been utterly bewildered the last little while. His gang takeover plan a failure, poisoned by Posey as punishment, and then waking up being told he's dying but can save himself if he comes to this place. Well, he's all for anything to keep his miserable life, so he's here.

"Honestly, Pal, I've never seen anything like it," he drawls in a gravelly Southern voice. "I had no idea there were so many ways to make the things."

He can take or leave turnips, pretty much. But now he's got no choice but to take them.