OK, so I admit that this one is a bit far-fetched, as far as the punch-line is concerned.
I mean, who could seriously say, with a mostly straight face, that it’s only frosted tips, and that that somehow isn’t a horrible disaster in every possible sense and the most drastic, inexplicable and inexcusable character change possible? I sure couldn’t, but, with a considerable amount of effort (and aided by his fox-eyed appearance) I managed to make Snuka do it. *slaps own back approvingly*
And he even managed to make the individuality argument without breaking down (laughing or crying, both would have been called for). I put it down to his long history of expert dissimulation – but I’ll still consider nominating him for the Buster-Keaton-Memorial Deadpanning award for his performance today. ._.
More on Thursday.