Milligan unfiltered. Though, when is he not. 

Fractured monologues, deadpan non-sequiturs, war-haunted absurdity, and jokes that feel like they’ve slipped their leash. It reads like someone dismantling the English language with a teaspoon and laughing while they do it.

If Beckett had more slapstick and less patience, you’d get close. Comic, bleak, brilliantly off-balance.