tangential scene on tribes

The scene:
Tribes.
Sounds good.
This is my tribe.
My people. My gang. My group. My People Like Me.
Nothing wrong with that.
Everybody knows the language. The rules.

Enter stranger:
Hello. I am not from around here

Tribe:
Go away.

Stranger:
I just need water

Tribe:
Water? How outre. We only drink Perrier. Water! Hmph!

Stranger:
No worries. I brought my own shovel. I will dig a well and I will be on my way.

Tribe:
A well? Away with you white trash! This land is all allotted for golf courses.

Stranger:
I have purple trash. A banana peel, but no white trash. What is this white trash? Is it potatoes?

Tribe:
A ha ha ha ha. Stranger is stupid. Let's kill him.

Stranger:
I will leave now.

Tribe:
A ha ha ha. A ha ha ha.

Stranger:
(Sticks out thumb, sits on suitcase, waits)