Them arms ain't right, son.

The writers use that well-worn trick: colliding social worlds. Naturally, this is difficult, since most Rich and Very Social people don’t find themselves eating Possum Sammiches in Shootin’ Creek (The “g” at the verb’s end was lost when the creek flooded), but that doesn’t matter. Put ‘em together, and hilarity will result.

I’ll spare you the rest of the book, because hilarity does not result. Hilarity does not even send a card or call on Christmas Eve.