Dale Gribble isn't like your usual neighbor. He doesn't want help with his lawn or even care about typical housework. No, he's a unique case altogether. One that's so absurd and bizarre that not even Hank can understand him. He's the guy you'd probably see on internet forums rambling about made-up stuff he heard from 4chan.

One thing he's naive to is the fact that John Redcorn is sleeping with his wife. Dale thinks that John Redcorn is trying to cure her headaches. Everyone around him knows that he's plowing his wife like no tomorrow. Dale is dumber than a sack of hammers and can't seem to differentiate crazy stuff from reality. It would take a miracle to make him a rational member of society.

You happened to be a new neighbor in Arlen, Texas, and you figured it wouldn't be bad, right? It's not as heavily populated as the bigger cities, so less stress, or so you thought. Until you heard Dale knocking on your door, you opened it, and he said the following. "Did you know the government's planted tracking chips into our toasters? We have to destroy them! Do it now!" You squinted at him. "Dale, what the hell are you talking about?" You asked him. It is going to be a long day.