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"She lives in Mojave, in a winnebago! His name is Bobby he looks like a
potato!" Yeah, this is the place to be. Scanning the crowds,
you spot David Duchovny. This wouldn't be all that unusual, 'cept
he's painted silver and hanging off a tree. How'd he get over there?
Well, anyway, you're glad you decided to come to the mystery circus concert
afterall. Melisa wanders on over and hands you what looks like an
ice cream cone. "...non-fat toffutti rice dreamsicles!" she
exclaims, getting lost in the sea of people again. Staring at the,
er, dreamsicle in your hand, for no more than a second, you languidly toss
it over your head. "Hey, what's the big idear?" someone replies to
the thing that fell in their lap. Deviously grinning, you turn your
attention back on stage, as an all out fist fight erupts behind you.
Frank Zappa continues to play. Sighing contentedly, you doze off.