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.
he gets it from his childhood, too, back when he would pretend he was Dr. Tuna Fish.
ReplyDeleteDoctor Tuna Fish? Did he dispense medicine to fishies? (Maybe he IS a tree-and-toad worshipper--or carer-for, anyway--after all!)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I am curious about that story.