“Oh, but the audience I’m looking to entertain isn’t human, and I think I understand THEIR preferences better than you do. The Laughter is always with me, after all. Maybe you’re just my narrative foil. A straight man.” She giggles and turns to a reflection emerging from a mirror behind her, producing her little pistol and shooting it clearly through the head, then skipping over to kick at the reflective water. “The puddles here really are fascinating! Have you ever seen the like?”