His is the head which all the humor is based on, and all ugliness is portrayed. All
his care free smirk is pulled from t he internal worry free mind. Set it for the moment
besides a bullfrog and the bullfrog will surely think it to be the scariest picture ever
created. All the thoughts of this smug smirker are of pranks, jokes, and sneaking into
the girl’s washroom. He is more immature than the most childish fool; he, like Jim
Carrey, lives only for the drunken chortle which comes before and the outright hysterics
which comes after the prank of perhaps the setting off of a whoopee cushion. The fancy
of a fake heart lying among peeled grapes and cold spaghetti at a Halloween party.
Certainly this Alfred stands as an old friend to humor, and smug humiliator to those who
do not revere him.
