I'm not sure: the problem isn't in the legal corporation but as to whether Monstar can convince a judge that murdering a suitcase pimp is a rite of passage in his tribe.

Despite the number of blond crystal groovers I've met who claim a Cherokee Princess somewhere in their lineage, I believe Monstar's the real deal. And he's had acting lessons, or at least been an extra, so he might be able to pull off the Hollywood Indian thing.

Monstar: do you ever cry when you see white people litter?

We do need to work on your dialogue a bit. Nobody's going to believe you're a real Indian--you're too articulate.

Repeat after me, talk like you're reading an eye chart and always put the emphasis on the wrong syllable:

"YES ARAB. THERE IS IRON IN YOUR WORDS."

Okay. Now this:

"TROPHY WIFE MUST BE BLOND. DILUTE GENE POLL, FUCK OWN PEOPLE TO DEATH."

Finally:

"WANKMAN TAKE SQUAW, WIPE MAN CREAM WITH SWEATY BANDANA. WANKMAN WIPE NO MORE."

If you can let a tear fall down your cheek as you say the last part while maintaining an otherwise stoic composure, we might be on to something. I can go shoot a few buffalo if you need to work yourself up with the whole method acting thing.