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Barnaby stumbled into the house, his body shaking as he used every power in his body to hold it together. However, the moment the door was shut and locked that all came tumbling down as he began to sob. Barnaby could normal handle heckling, it happened almost every show in this neighborhood. But tonight it got the best of him, Barnaby was nervous with the new set and he didn't have Wally in the crowd for emotional support. So at the end of his wits, he called the session short and hurried home before any neighbor could get to him and “comfort” him. It was hard being the funny guy, it felt as if no one truly took him seriously, just a the comedic relief or a goofball asshole. So, he rolled up in a ball on his smooth floor and cried even more, muttering things under his breath every now and then.