Not all heroes wear capes, not all protestors carry signs, and not all farces need slamming doors. Sometimes entitlement-fueled righteous indignation and a bewildered yet pragmatic conscience are enough.
Here, two people stand with one purloined box of vino (is it still “vino” if it’s in a box?) and the funny comes so fast and so furious, Feydeaux would need a breather. Emily’s sense of privilege and entitlement is set aflame by a genuine unfairness that has inspired a disproportionate response. Poor Zach, the voice of conscience and reason, must come to the rescue. Poor, poor Zach… Enjoy!
Not all heroes wear capes, not all protestors carry signs, and not all farces need slamming doors. Sometimes entitlement-fueled righteous indignation and a bewildered yet pragmatic conscience are enough.
Here, two people stand with one purloined box of vino (is it still “vino” if it’s in a box?) and the funny comes so fast and so furious, Feydeaux would need a breather. Emily’s sense of privilege and entitlement is set aflame by a genuine unfairness that has inspired a disproportionate response. Poor Zach, the voice of conscience and reason, must come to the rescue. Poor, poor Zach… Enjoy!