Vera and Drew can talk about their feelings for three weeks at the donut shop, but Drew comes over to talk about his decision to move to Vietnam, and it's, "I'm proud of you. Can we see you off at the airport?" Jeff and Mary really can't wait to get rid of this guy! They're literally ushering him out of the house.
Drew has turned into a zombie. Look at him. What a story! What a strip! What a loving dad! What a caring Mary! But oh, we have those piecing, blue-violet eyes back in our world, so all is well....
I know this wouldn't be the case for Drew in Vietnam, but I just can't shake this feeling that as he imagines this next phase of his life, he sees it ending badly. I can almost see the thought balloon sprouting up from his head that shows him wearing a pith helmet in a giant cauldron being cooked up into soup by a medicine man with a big bone through his nose. Like I said, I don't think Vietnamese medicine men--if there is such a thing--would actually do that, but that's just how clueless, insensitive Drew would imagine himself ending. Look at him--he's resigned to that fate already!
Bye, son. Have a nice life in Vietnam.
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Vera and Drew can talk about their feelings for three weeks at the donut shop, but Drew comes over to talk about his decision to move to Vietnam, and it's, "I'm proud of you. Can we see you off at the airport?" Jeff and Mary really can't wait to get rid of this guy! They're literally ushering him out of the house.
Drew has turned into a zombie. Look at him. What a story! What a strip! What a loving dad! What a caring Mary! But oh, we have those piecing, blue-violet eyes back in our world, so all is well....
I meant, of course, "piercing."
And now Mary, having dispatched Drew to certain death in Vietnam, turns her attention to his unsuspecting sister, Adrian...BWUH-HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
I know this wouldn't be the case for Drew in Vietnam, but I just can't shake this feeling that as he imagines this next phase of his life, he sees it ending badly. I can almost see the thought balloon sprouting up from his head that shows him wearing a pith helmet in a giant cauldron being cooked up into soup by a medicine man with a big bone through his nose. Like I said, I don't think Vietnamese medicine men--if there is such a thing--would actually do that, but that's just how clueless, insensitive Drew would imagine himself ending. Look at him--he's resigned to that fate already!
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