Four lines of prose about: the comedian.
I'm just going to get to writing, seeing as I've spent the last half hour or so asleep in front of my laptop.
He can't take it anymore. The constant pressure to be funny, the never-ending joke suggestions from friends, relatives, complete strangers. It's all just too much.
"Thank you all for coming," he announces at the beginning of his final set, "I'm very excited to share with you my new hobby: counting imaginary sheep... in my head."