The man had a horribly bloodied nose, pants down around his ankles, and was handcuffed to a chain that lurched him forward and then to a dead stop.
"I don't know anymore," he muttered. Over and over the same question was asked.
"Just so you know, that's not free," one woman said. Another snapped a digital photo. A third stuck a number sticker on the drunken reveler/looters naked arm.
"Moulin Rouge Baby!" A drag queen dressed to the nines snapped a Vogue, leaned face way down and in for the photo op, and paid the three dollars for a bracelet.
The Alice In Wonderland catepillar took a huge drag off the hookah. Looked thoughtful, then asked into the microphone, "Then the question is, whoooo animated them?"
Security running towards the stage from the exits asked, "Is that Q?"
"Is that the Q?"
"Find out if that's the Q," a man ordered a robo dog with Zuckerberg's head.
Colored steam shot from nozzle heads on either side of the stage.
"LEAVE THE DOG! GO, GO, GO."
"The scopes are in the van."
"Couldn't you have gotten here sooner?"
"I could not. I came in a sewer."
"Pull my pants up. Pull my pants up."
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