I will also happily admit that I may be biased in Chase's favor, because the night I saw it his two daughters were in the front row. So, he may have gone even further over-the-top than normal, but either way he was a spectacularly unhinged sight to behold.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.