Almost all of us loved the show. We'd laugh at the right times and clap when appropriate.
That one guy, a real jerk, hated the show. His big problem with it was that he had to be on stage telling the jokes, instead of in a seat an(more)d enjoying it.
Occasionally, he'd break down into a fit of tears. Whenever that happened we, a group of professionals trained to keep this one guy, a complete dick, happy, were forced to climb onto the stage and treat to his wounded ego.
We weren't allowed to tell him any jokes, that was his job and the guy's union didn't want us working their angle. He'd say "yeah yeah, okay," get back up and continue the show.
Night after night, breakdown after breakdown, we stopped him crying. We got him to go back to the job that brought so much laughter to everyone around him.
Not once did he thank us. We were quite hurt by that. (less)