Twang of Comedic Timing

Why, comedy is merely high society with the dignity delightfully kicked out from beneath it! Taking that droll little review to heart, I marched straight down the hallway where an unsuspecting spring doorstop jutted from the baseboard like a coiled cobra. Planting my boots firmly on the floorboards, I hooked the tip of my vintage microphone staff under the white rubber cap and gave it a sharp, theatrical flick. Twang-bo-o-o-ing! The steel spiral broke into a frantic, hysterical shiver, buzzing with the glorious absurdity of a vintage slapstick gag. I leaned comfortably against the vibrating stem, thoroughly amused by how magnificent high drama looks when wearing clown shoes.