She'll laugh at me, [ he says, but with a great deal more fondness than concern, ] and run off with someone who doesn't look ridiculous, and then I'll ask you to kill me and hide the body.

[ He looks down at himself, and sighs, and goes on with less hyperbole and drama. ]

I wouldn't fit in with them no matter what you put me in. Trying just looks pathetic. You might as well take a dog in a hat and leave me here.