before you in the half lit room sits a beast. it is a small beast and so darkly coated you almost missed it there in the corner. it strains at its wall tether. it is flapping its hard little mouth. tick. tack. tick. tack. it wants to be fed from the messy pile just inches away from its mewling face. will you reach into the pile and feed this thing a magnetic morsel? will it go down easy?
tapes, tonight, 5:30p pacific
pre show, feature, post show
