What the hell was that about? But this week, the geezer with the cloth on his head? Ooh, he was remarkable! That was a tour of thoughts, that show! Ooh, we got thirteen encores every night! And on the last encore I'd drag him out center stage, and I'd tear off that cloth to reveal the hideous deformed face of an otter! Ooh, his head was revolting! It was a broken butcher's meat, it was like a nik-nak left out in the rain. It made me want to be sick on my own 23307. But I loved that boy! I loved that boy, don't get me wrong! I loved what he could do with his acting style even when he camouflaged his own features! Ooh, why did I have to cut him off in his prime? Why did I have to leave him alone in that black ditch? It don't matter though... It's all by the by 'cause I got my box... I got my box now...