Lost a domain name the other day. [Spits tobacco juice.] Ah-yup.
Normally, folks ’round these parts tell me when a domain name is about to expire. They say the crows all gather ’round the old Whatley place when domains are in their last stages. Ah-yup, that’s what they say all right. [Fires shotgun into “Yield” sign.]
Hosting company names are, of course, withheld pending resolution on this. I have faith in this company, they’ve not let me down before. If I warn you or not, well, that depends on them, doesn’t it? Ah-yup. [Checks still for viability of corn-squeezings on market.]
I’m sure it’ll all work out. Ah-yup. That it will.
[Smolders visibly.]
Might take a while, though, ah-yup.
A Planet That Has No Sky 
C’mon nah, Paw, git ch’er self on up in this house and drink summat that there sweet tea an eat summat thems vittles I done cooked up fer ya.
It’s gone be all right, Paw, nuffin fer ya to get ta hootin and hollern ’bout I tell you, I tell you what.