I'm off to the Pennsylvania Dutch country.

Oh, my God, of course it's you.

My skin just kind of comes alive in black.

All the pieces of the puzzle are there.

We shun the ways of the outside world.

Of course, I have a little different taste in clothing, but, you know, that's my generation.

That is the custom of our people.

Not for the first couple of weeks.

What about the picture of him with the Amish couple?

But to be honest, I never had the cheekbones to carry off that cute beard without a mustache look anyway.

Can we get the hell out of here now?

Well, normally, that's the way of our people, too.

It's not one of those difficult puzzles either, like the kitten with the marbles.

This is worse than when I was sleepwalking through the neighborhood in my mom's robe.

And I have to travel all the way to the Pennsylvania Dutch country to be reunited with my natural Amish parents.

I mean, you two have been my parents for the last 15 hours, and I can't throw that away.

You know, the picture of Chris as a baby being held by an Amish couple.

Gladys and I were just sitting here trying to figure out how to get the bugs out of the Hubble telescope.

We are simple people and we shun the ways of your people with your pre-sweetened cereals and your