Well, since Mopey and Biff were consoled with their own, private versions of reality, I thought it would be unfair not to give Snuka one as well. Turns out, though, that it isn’t that much of a consolation to him - he seems to be fed up with that specific explanation already, but his master just won’t relent. Imagine how hard that must be - living in a world were nothing ever makes sense, and everyone hand-waves it away with a general reference to mysterious microscopic organelles.

As far as the Dutch are concerned, Lee seems to have forgotten (if he has even listened to Biff’s tale) that they are freaky half-human/half-seafood mutants regularly out to sea on voyages that last a century at a time. Therefore, if their clothing was not designed in a way that restricts their mobility, everybody would be running away in horror from everybody else all the time, and that would make it really hard to get anything done.

Snuka, of course, is an old pro at evading - and he knows that nothing keeps people off your trail like a few loops through the Greater Cairo wastewater tunnel system. He tends to think that Lillytown’s much less extensive sewage system doesn’t quite reach the same class, but he’ll somehow make do. Running away from a spirit (and a spirit) is pretty much symbolical, anyway - but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.

More on Monday.