"I know!" said the Ghost. He turned out the light then hovered over the box, making 'Woo-o-o' noises. "I didn't know there was going to be a cabaret," remarked Edgar drily. "No, don't you get it? I'm representing Flamingo's shattered dreams and dead hopes and -- and -- " Thoroughly abashed by Edgar's baleful glare, the Ghost subsided. |