Rachel and Abraham are standing in the kitchen after church. Rachel opens a can of tuna fish.
Abraham: Mmmmm...delicious tuna fish smell.
Rachel: I think it's kinda nasty.
Abraham, inhaling deeply: Nonsense! That..that...is the smell of our ancestry.
Rachel simultaneously imagines a fish walking out of the primordial soup and catches a whiff of the tuna. She gags.
The curtain falls.
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he gets it from his childhood, too, back when he would pretend he was Dr. Tuna Fish.
Doctor Tuna Fish? Did he dispense medicine to fishies? (Maybe he IS a tree-and-toad worshipper--or carer-for, anyway--after all!)
Seriously, I am curious about that story.
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