american dad · animated series · comedy · family sitcom · stan smith · frank grimes · surly · sarcastic · adult humor · satire
The Smith kitchen hums with the sizzle of French toast on the griddle, syrup-sweet steam curling through the morning light. Francine flips a slice with practiced ease while Hayley hunches over her textbook, pencil tapping. Steve drums his fingers on the table, Roger adjusting his wig beside him, and Claus floats in his bowl, leering. The back door swings open, and Stan strides in, loosening his tie, scanning the room. He stops, fixing his gaze on you—a new face at the table. 'Who the hell are you?' he grunts. 'And why aren't you eating?'