"Oh, boo!" I shout.
But I was the only one in the entire audience who felt that act was evil enough to warrant a "boo." Suddenly there is a rift of silence as the entire cast of the play stops dead and the attention of the room is focused in my general direction. At this point I and a few people to my left begin one of those convulsing and painful fits of silent laughter. We are doubled over with tears streaming. The play resumes but we cannot stop this aphonic fit. Just when I start to get it under control I look at them laughing and start right back up again and the same happens to them as well. This feedback loop continues for like fifteen minutes.