"LION! OH, LION! SHOW YOURSELF!" The mechanismโs cog whirred back to life. The left section slid neatly into place before locking together with the remaining pieces in a solid clack.
The cabinet door swung open.
Out stepped the white Lion, completely intact, still wearing that impossibly cheerful grin.
"Haiii! I'm still alive!" He called brightly, waving towards the audience, smiling as though nothing had happened.
He wandered over to the middle section of the divided cabinet and casually opened its small door.
Inside lay only the Lion's midsection. His stomach still rose and fell with shallow breaths, twitching faintly as though life stubbornly refused to leave him.
The Jester reached inside, poking the bloodied mass of white fur several times before letting out a disappointed sigh.
The Jester, however, simply laughed. To him, the screams sounded no different from pleasant background music.
"OH NOOO! IS OUR LITTLE KITTY ALRIGHT? HAHAHA! DON'T TELL ME... ๐๐'๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐?!"
He wore an exaggerated expression of horror, performing panic with all the enthusiasm of a seasoned actor.
Yet his grin never once faltered.