The Price Task

It's like the final frame of an old Michael Crawford sitcom. Like it fits within his persona so much. The only one I can defend him on is the price task, I think. He throws himself into it, at least. You know, he's getting the grapes out with his mouth. He's spitting them into the bowl. He's covering himself in flour. It's the attitude that we want, but he's not thinking is what he's not doing. Well,  he might have decided, probably incorrectly, that he might be more accurate bobbing for grapes than using flippers. And then next week is a politician, or whatever. What have you done now,