His wheezing listeners clutch their aching sides and struggle to talk.
God, that is hilarious.
Grinning, he plucks out more anecdotes, twisting the words into humorous shapes for their delectation, and they love it.
That’s so funny. You’re such a scream.
And then he goes home, warmed by their laughter. But he goes home to the four familiar walls who know only too well there’s nothing remotely amusing about his stories; it’s just the way he tells them.