And I imagine it won't be the last. Anyone would think something terrible had happened to you.

[ It really has the audacity to make that joke while still white knuckle gripping his hair... but it does have the decency (if you can call it that) to finally let go, though it makes no move to stand up and let him out from under it.

Its eyes are bright and white-rimmed again but not in the same manic way as before - more like the jittery excitement of someone who'd just stumbled off a thrill ride and was anticipating round two. ]

Is your hand beyond repair?