 See, my nerves. Imagine me thinking it was a wounded gorilla. I'm in bad shape. Ah, sleep. Sleep. What's that? Somebody pounding at the door. Come in. I'm sorry to bother you, lady. I'm the sheriff. What is it? A gorilla escaped from the circus, and he's wounded. A wounded gorilla? What is it? What is it, dear? There he is, men. Grab him. Let me go.