So amongst all the other information we now know you have a brother with a very dimpled chin, and a large breasted wife who used to run marathons.
Can’t be too long now till there is a knock on the door at 4am, and you are greeted by two burly dopers who will say: “Cecil Adams, I presume?” and your years of anonymity will be history.
And no one will believe him, because two guys who both have large breasted wives who used to do marathons and who have dimple chinned brothers is too much of a co-incidence. Nope, his goose is cooked.
No, no. Get it right this time. His goose has the large breasts and his dimple-chinned wives used to do his two brothers, marathon style. No coincidence.
And then we have the info that Cecil is considered the intellectual one of the family. Thankfully, I mean what if he had a Mycroft-analogue tucked away somewhere?
And I can’t get this song out of my head:
They’re creepy and they’re kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They’re all together ooky,
The Adams Family.