No, yeah, that is totally his lungs-- refusing to expand.

"I..." don't even know what to say to that, and Tim begs an apocalypse to strike them all down here and now. Pitiful blue eyes track Jeff's grand gestures, and his brows shoot up to his hairline. "I am going to have to shield your eyes when the guys in the horse heads come on stage. Noted."

It's quieter around the tent. So he can play that totally straight.

Tim rolls his eyes a second later, though. And feels a little more like himself again. "I don't like Fenix, man. His ego must be bigger than the big top."