How do you find what's going to make everybody have this strange reaction in their bodies, this response that's sort of chemical and physical all at once-this noise and emotion that changes how you sit? A laugh is a weird sound, and when you get a couple thousand people making it at once, it's really strange. But when I can feel proud of myself for causing it, it's great.
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