Do you ever wonder what happened to this unfortunate father and son duo?

Did they come to their senses and free themselves from the maniacal needles of doom? Did they convince the lady of the house to start making manly sweaters with stripes and skulls and naked ladies on them? Or did their miserable lives trudge forward along the testosterone-draining road she knit before them?

You decide.

~sigh~ Looks like that guardrail at the lake was a little stronger than the old man thought. Now he’s working on the one at the jogging track behind the high school.

Poor guy, what a sap. Look at him workin’ it for Junior. “C’mon son, buck up! If we keep training, maybe we’ll be able to run away someday. But for now, let’s just be thankful for our matching turquoise cabled turtle-head sweaters. You look just like that terrific Precious Moments figurine I gave you last week! Isn’t that swell?”*

*bonus creepy points for those black leather OJ gloves. Don’t worry boys, if they don’t fit, they must acquit.