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.