jack, where have you been?
are you all right?
what now? another doctor's appointment?
you're right -- i wouldn't. jack takes the apron and heads off.
you're not on vacation yet, you know!
check-lane three is now open to all shoppers. immediate service on aisle three.
jack! what have you done!?
the what?!
unhand me, putter!
get ahold of yourself, jack! you're coming unglued! you're coming apart at the seams! jack stares back at wormwood with a glazed, uncomprehending expression. wormwood is alarmed.
my god.  he's completely spaced-out.
i know i lost my temper, jack. i'm sorry. you've been like a son to me --
-- well, a nephew, anyway. you've got a big future in retail food marketing, and i'd hate to see you blow it now by going psycho on us. wendy enters with a cup of coffee. jack looks up, smiles appreciatively.
jack.  go home. get some rest. start your vacation today, and come back to us a new man.
good lord.  the guy's a living magnet! 125 tuck - inside the pod *