I sit politely at the dinner table and make pleasant, interesting conversation with Arlene’s family, friends and relatives. I help serve the food, I help with the dishes and clean up. I am well-dressed and well-groomed, I am unfailingly affable, polite and debonair at all times.
Everything is going according to plan. None of them suspect the truth, that behind this veneer of civility I am, in fact, a scruffy, uncultured baboon.