First, the Ringmaster. He is not a man; he is a throat. A microphone stand in a tuxedo. His voice is the velvet hammer that drives the nails of the next act into the coffin of your boredom. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he croons, the words dripping with the panic of a salesman whose product is rot. “Prepare to enter the Laughter Dimension .”

To make the most of your Comedy Circus Show experience:

That is the circus.

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