| "One woman saw herself as a skeleton," offered the Two-headed One. "She stood on a cold stage before a crowd of faceless gentlemen. The feedback from her microphone sounded like a chorus of ghastly laughter, which faded into the distant hiss of rain pounding against the windows of the hall. The men were silent, their featureless heads glowing evilly underneath their hats."
The Old man sighed contentedly and nodded. "Wonderful," he said. |