Since we’re here at the Hemophiliac Circus, we might as well see the sword-swallowing act. “Whoa, look at that long sharp saber. . . . Tertz, will you please sit still; stop boinging!”
Now the sword swallower starts to swallow the sword. But Tertz, my monkey assistant, having grown restless, keeps boinging around; thus he ends up accidentally bumping the sword, as it’s being swallowed: so the metal blade slashes through the interior flesh and slices the man to pieces.
“Darn you, Tertz; now the sword swallower is leaking lifeblood with no chance of recovery!” — We quickly fashion a tourniquet and apply pressure to the wound, but the blood won’t clot.
Knowing that the show must go on or he’ll lose his job, the sword swallower finishes his act with great courage and determination. The crowd then cheers so loudly that I fear for my hearing.
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