The jelly-spattered hand of a toddlerflicks the switch up and down,turning on and cutting off the lights,covering the faceplate in a seeminglyinnocuous filth. That it “cuts” the lights offat all is telling of the narrator: geographicalorigin, class, dermal complexion perhaps,but you might as well be the light switch,exploited by an unruly agent for laughs,or is it for optimization, the toddlerimpr.