[Orel goes to the Mayor's office to propose banning eggs. The Mayor has his chair turned behind Orel]
Mr Mayor, I'm here to suggest--
Orel?
Dad?!
What're you doing here?
Y-y-you're the mayor?
Don't remind me. Stinking dead-end job...
“Nesting” · Season 3, Episode 12
In this episode: Clay Puppington (5), Orel (4)
I'm not so sure Miss Censordoll really want's eggs illegal.
But she said she did.
Well, you see, Orel, people don't always say what's on their mind.
They don't? That's silly.
Oh, don't ever call it silly, son. Not saying what's on our mind is what this country's based on.
[Orel stands stoically in Clay's study. Clay stares blankly at Orel]
[Awkward] So, uh...how are...things...Orel?
[quick and blunt] I think we should get right to the lecture and punishment because I have a lot to do.
Whoa! Mister Busy!
You had six months to talk.
The last six months were not filled with you helping some mad woman campaign against me and my job!
You don't even like your job.
Like? Like?! No-one likes their job! Have you listened to anything I've ever said in here? Does this chair absorb my voice? Do all these dead animal heads eat my words before they reach your delicate little ears?!
Can I go now?
You know that thing that you do with your hands, and mouth, and throat, and stomach? That thing called "eating?" Well, say goodbye to that forever if I lose my position in this town because of you!
I will.
Okay!! [Normally] You can go.
Reverend Moderator, citizens of Moralton, friends, I have been criticized quite intensely for the outlawing of our little gooey breakfast buddies. I have been called a calloused hunter by my esteemed opponent. Does hunting and death really pose such a horrible threat to this town? Death, dear friends, is the best thing ever! Death is the beginning of our everlasting life. The only eggs I smash are the eggs of filth, the inhuman eggs that squeeze with vile evil, through the tantalizingly moist passage of feminine foul temptation, [is now becoming more and more lustful] protruding from our mother, bit by bit, with wrongful, erotic succulence. Completely enveloped by that soiled, evil, maternal opening.
[Clay runs up to Orel after Miss Censordoll announces her withdrawal from the election]
Orel, I've been a bad dad, I admit it, ok? I'm sorry about shooting you, I'm sorry about the ignoring, blah-blah-blah - all of that. Now that we've made up, you gotta tell me what that witch is up to, you gotta, Orel! Please!
People just don't say what's on their minds, dad.
Don't give me that! That's my line!
Well, guess it's true.
Of course it's true! The mind is a scary, scary, scary thing.
Why?
Because somewhere, way down deep inside, in it's twisted catacombs and dank, dark hallways, there's an even scarier, more horribly monstrous entity.
[scared] W-w-what?
Truth. Now, tell me the truth, Orel.
I don't know, dad.
Uh-huh? Don't know? Well, I take everything back! And I'm glad I shot you!
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