So it made sense in its own little world which, it just so happens, lacked any form of logic at all.
Mad Man Manning peered down at his finger. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘a paper cut. I was counting my money.’
‘You can’t tell me it isn’t worth a few laughs?’
Mr Wattles straightened his waistcoat and said that yes, he could.
‘Oh, what can I say about my baby brother? He has impeccable taste, an implacable resolve, and an imperfect vision.’