Well is this ain’t the clumsiest, creepiest, most awkward come-on in the history of man and woman! Les’ usually dainty hands grow into cartoony, clublike mitts, and his eyebrows can almost be seen to wag as he clutches cringing Cayla to his bony breast, as the exposition-laden dialog balloon looming over their heads threatens to crush them both.
For all of us who’ve wondered what Cayla saw in Les…why she suffered his devotion to his dead first wife…why she married his ofay ass…well, it’s starting to make sense now. It’s finally starting to pay off for her (and her daughter), and she sends Les back to the tower to spin some more straw into gold.



