Think about this: Jerry as a ten-year-old is roaming through the
woods and happens to come across a strange little creature with little
hair, big, oversize glasses to camouflage his large, vapid eyes,
bizarre clothes that can only be described as "out of this world" and
an impish, elfin grin.
Jerry, morbidly fascinated and just having seen "Star Trek" the
night before, figures out that this mysterious little being is
definitely *not* from N.Y., at least not his part of the city.
He takes the alien home, since his spaceship was destroyed when
his parents ran it into a tree, and Jerry's father immediately turfs
George ( a name Jerry picked that seemed to suit his young friend) out
of the house. ("What, now you bring home *foreigners???!!")
The bug-eyed alien is adopted by a neurotic woman who feels she
should "do her bit to earn a place in heaven" and a loud, domineering
father who thinks he can somehow iron out George's head by bopping him
on the forehead routinely.
Skipping the rudimentary "butt of all the school kids" stuff and
George's emergence as a very neurotic, nerdy ne're-do-well, Jerry
sticks with him, figuring that someday, he will tell the world that he
has the only living extraterrestrial in captivity.
But Jerry decides to becomed a comic instead because he somehow
likes this George creature, even though he cannot for the life of him
figure out why.
So now George, who has more-or-less fit into his large, luminous
eyes which have acquired a strange, vacant hue from being away from
his "people" for so many years, but will never, at least not in this
lifetime, fit into the world of the earthling.
George doesn't know it, but his people, the "mesomorphus idious"
will outlive Jerry, Elaine and Kramer by over four hundred years.
So who has the last laugh anyway?
Thank you for letting me indulge my warped imagination, but you
gotta admit, George, in some vague way, just doesn't seem quite human.jane