Andy knows white trash when he sees it… sort of a sixth sense… and right now he has the stink-eye on Jeff, nestled in the crook of panel one. Maple syrup? How random is that?!? This Dunlap fellow is so lonely it causes him to use any prop or excuse to make conversation… “Come see my museum…” “here’s maple syrup… great on flapjacks…” and what’s with the butterfingers, Jared? Do you have any idea how many gallons of sap it takes to cook down to a measly quart jar?
And what’s with the sudden rise of purple mountain’s majesty in panel two? Are they reacting to the impending doom of the glass jar of brother maple’s life flow? Seriously. Panel one, nothing, panel two, bam!