LAST EDITED ON 04-15-13 AT 09:34 AM (EST)
"...and looking anxious because --"
...because the of the explosive nature of the farmer's pent up needs.
Aunt Lily just got in from the airport (as yet un-built, another last minute realization) and announced a surprise visit from her and her family which may be extended indefinitely because the wandering farmers, when instructed to find a place to relieve themselves, actually squatted on her land. Well, the women squatted - the men of course peed standing up. Most of the men. The manly men. Anyway, they anxiously dug privy pits all over. Shortly after that revolting turn of events, the smell led to her having to up and leave the old homestead so here she is. But she will be no trouble, neither will her pregnant twin 16 YO lesbian daughters (hey, you want an explanation? It’s my game, that's the explanation) or, when they get out of prison, her drug addicted gang banger sons and their Motorcycle Club (the "Road Rage Rapers"), which will be headquartered in the garage.
"It'll be cozy" she reassures them, and BTW, with her back the Doctor says that she'll need to stay in their King-sized bed, pretty much all the time. Her special daily diet won't require more than six hours a day to prepare. They already do have a specialty blue ribbon chef, don’t they?
"We're going to have a great time, just you wait and see" she says as she checks the clip in her .45cal Glock before firing off a few rounds "just to clear the barrel, you see" and putting it beneath her pillow (formally your pillow) and growling at the dog.
The dog disappears out the back door, and henceforth can be found bumping into trees for the rest of his doggy life.