"Don't you have a home?" Jake's dad says to Ringo, who sits in Dad's usual recliner using Dad's usual remote control to watch Dad's usual television.
"Not really, no," Ringo says, looking a bit sad under his mop of long brown hair.
"Well, dig this lingo, daddy-o. You're in my seat so beat your feet," Dad says, flourishing his remarks with an abrupt jerk of the thumb.
Ringo looks at Jake, sitting on the couch, for clarification. "Uh," Jake says, beginning to regret taking Ringo in when Mrs. West threw him out, "I think he means he wants you to move so he can sit there. It's sort of his recliner."
"Oops, sorry," Ringo says, getting up and muttering, "Private property is bullshit though."
Dad plops down in the recliner and promptly reclines, "Just a couple of more days, boys, and then it's a hockey night in Lackwood again."
"I was going to watch the presidential debate," Ringo says, sitting next to Jake on the couch.
"Bingo! You're in luck then, Zingo because that's what I'm going to watch. I can't wait to see what O'Couscous wears, or doesn't wear," Dad says, flipping through the channels.
"Yeah, that's great," Ringo says.
"Yes," Dad says.
"Uh, pardon?" Ringo says.
"'Yes', not 'yeah', didn't your mom teach you how to speak proper English?" Dad says.
Jake inhales sharply, "Ringo's mom's dead, Dad."
"No, she isn't," Ringo says, "She just lives in the outer ring suburbs of Chicago. That's kind of like being dead, but technically she's still breathing."
"I thought you told me that your mom was dead?" Jake says.
"Well, she is to me. We had a big falling out when I took up wrestling. She wanted me to be a dentist."
"So, you do have a home?" Dad says, "Why don't you go eat their food?"
"Maybe I can stay with Francine," Ringo says, standing up, "It's still a couple of more days before I'll be on the road again. I don't want to cause any problems."
"No, no, that's all right. Dad's just got a strange sense of humor," Jake says, horrible thoughts of Ringo being alone with Francine flooding his head, "Why don't we go watch the debate at Caffeine Eden?"
Ringo shrugs and Jake leads him out of the room before Dad can say anything else offensive.
When they're gone, Dad scratches his balls and smells his hand afterwards. Ah, the joys of solitude!
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