> The theme tune played. The applause prompts lit up so the audience knew to clap and cheer. Given this particular audience the producers hadn’t risked using the actual word ‘Applause’ but had got a red flashing graphic of two hands smacking together. Most of the viewers could manage that with a little coaching.
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Ah. the intellectuals.
> “Except for that time with the unexpected water-buffalo,†Morgana had to admit. She rubbed her hands nervously on her bright purple headscarf. “But it was horses all the other times. The spirits do not lie.â€Â
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No flying pigs?
> “They lie,†muttered the shaved-headed man in the military fatigues next to her. “They lie and cheat and steal your girlfriend. They’re evil, all of them, evil, and they must be stamped out.â€Â
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Ah. A few issues, then.
> The audience spotted the clapping hands symbols on the monitors and therefore clapped. Some cheered and hooted. They were easily confused. One farted.
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The difference between the desired and the appropriate.
> “But Visionary must go,†Mother Bartok insisted. “While he exists our master will not return to bring harmony and order back to the Parodyverse. We have called a holy jihad to expunge the evil that is Visionary from all creation.â€Â
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And Kerry refused to join?
> “You too blaspheme and must be destroyed!†Mother Bartok declared. “I happen to be Popette you know. At least Acting Popette.â€Â
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And king of sea monkies?
> “And now you die!†screeched Marvellous Marv, making sure the cameras got his good side. He channelled his will into the talisman of All-Dooming and commanded it to snuff out the lives of his adversaries.
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At least he is a professional. Sort of...
