Yeah. Yeah. You wanna fight about it? Didn't think so.
*disappears in a floof of ash/reappears on roof*
So, anyways, the magic world needs a fresh hero, now that David Copperfield has, uh, well, whatever the FBI is poking around in his warehouse for.
*walks down side of house*
But, you know, Copperfield made the Great Wall of China disappear, so I wouldn't expect very much, you know, progress on behalf of the investigators.
*holds out arms, rises into air to sub-Korn instrumental...disappears*
On a biographical note, I attempted to learn some magic tricks as a child, some card tricks. Nothing great. I think all boys go through that stage. I eventually moved towards the darker magic, like ventriloquism.
My uncle, according to my uncle, was an apprentice magician to a famous magician in the 1950s. They even appeared on some variety show. In the 50s. Tour of duty in Korea. The entertainment brigade, amazing the troops. Amazing the troops.
I tried to get him to give up some secrets but, apparently, either he's a goddamned liar or that Magician's Guild oath is ironclad, lifelong.
He really, though, should have shown more respect to those car-dealing gypsies. I'll...I'll just leave it at that.
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Got what jollies I could from it. Took it back to library.