There is something to be said for laughing at how bad things have gotten. Rick understands this.
When I was a comedian, I was accused of being a masochist, because the worse the setup, and the more uninterested the audience, the funnier I found everything. Many was the night that my opening act would be standing in a corner of the bar with no raised platform, a single track-light shining directly in his face, and Radio Shack’s least expensive microphone in his hand. He would tell a joke, receive an indifferent silence from the audience and the sound of me laughing diabolically in the distance, which would have made sense if not for the fact that I was going to have to go on right after him, and do twice as much time.