A cadaverous beast shuffles onto a dark stage. It wears a top hat and it carries a bone cane. The music cranks to life and the thing begins abruptly to dance, a urine-coloured spotlight illuminating its decrepit face. “Whoopsie daisy,” chants the herky jerky creature. “Whoopsie daisy, come on dowwwwwwn.” A muffled shriek comes from the audience, and the beast’s face whips up with an expression of sudden, frenzied joy. “Whoopsie daisy, come on down. Bring the kids, it’s Sasha Brown!”

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