I laugh while reading that. The Laugh is so extreme that it exceeds The Giggles; it exceeds literally every kind of laughter that there ever has been or ever will be. It is so extreme that it sends the pole shooting out of my leg and propels me through the air. I hover in the upper stratosphere for a little while, before The Laugh spends itself somewhat and I gradually float back down to the ground. When I land, I find that not only am I on the hill - which The Laughter has relocated to its previous location - I'm the only conscious person there, as you've been KO'd by a random pole falling from the sky. Because I'm such a good friend, I have you sent to the hospital. The hill is now mine.