See? Happy people! I don't see where the supposed problem is.
And another complaint?! What do you mean you don't have housing? I planned it myself, of course you do. Sheesh, I even build five of them for you, so you would have plenty of room. If the 235 of you can't get along well enough to fit in them, then it's hardly my problem!
That's it! That officially does it! I'm done with these complaining, unhappy people! They obviously don't like me, which, according to the laws of Tropico, makes them criminals. We can't have criminals in Tropico. No sir!
Here is the culprit, Franco Cairo. I have just been informed that he has been stealing from El Presidente's Official Booze Room in the booze factory. Damn communist must think it's some common property or something!
Happy Camp time for you!
I knew I kept those funny shouting people in blue suits and batons around for something.
Welcome to the Happy Camp. I don't really know what I should do with these people, so I make them produce license plates. I haven't invented a car yet, but maybe one day these will be worth something.
Aha! Another traitor! An agent of the tree hugging monkeys has revealed herself!
Make room in the Happy Camp, Cairo!
After 40 glorious, radiant years our happy land of Tropico looks like this. People are officially content with me. However I realize that I may need to retire soon. I have had all too little time for booze and seņoritas lately and it's getting on my nerves. Oh well. Another ten years still, at least...