"Just imagine the crowd naked."
"Who... who... who is comforted by imagining thousands
of naked people staring at him? Who? And why would you let those perverts in
front of crowds? Why would you think that would comfort me? I’m comforted by
going home early on Friday, microwaving some Hot Pockets, and not facing a
thousand exposed crotches. And a thousand naked people who I’ve got to explain
are about to be laid off. The economy tough – now so tough, no one can afford
pants. There is something keenly worse about potential downsizees who are naked.
Something might… tense. Ugh. Now it’s worse. Now I’m definitely worse. If I
have a stroke, it’s because of this. Let’s just get it over with."
