Comedy of Errors!
Bob jabs at Sarah while Barry incurs whiplash form his teleprompters…
Meanwhile we, the overtaxed serfs, skate on a bed of thin ice with a demon’s hive beneath our feet!
Of puppet masters and puppets and captive audiences hark and heed anew,
And taste the bittersweet blood dew, to let fortune reveal thy fate’s sinew… adieu!


