Make it Stop!

Make it stop!, that's my secret cry, isn't it? Someone make me stop! Of course, he'd commit the act, if he didn't find my predicament so funny.

That's my trouble – something in me wants to inspire outrage and frenzied attack, but all I do is make everyone laugh. It's like a chimp shitting itself, W. says. A chimp sitting in its own shit, with a bemused expression on its face.