Handley, no doubt, as he typed what he thought was a clever, impassioned piece about umm, monkeys? (Oh and how Wakefield is the king of them), got louder as he yeah boy'd the computer screen until at the end he was standing, spittle dotting the computer screen, as he fist pumped the air. He forgot, I'm sure, that there would be readers who would inevitably compare this mental image of Handley to that of Tom Cruise, of couch-jumping, pchychiatric-medication denouncing fame. I think Cruise just rose in my estimation, to be honest.
12 times including the title. Wow. Indeed, one could argue, show me the guy behind the curtain, the great and powerful Oz. :-)
Wakefield, monkeys, and Handley. One of these doesn't belong. Can you guess? That'd be the monkeys.