This is gettin' a little old hat, don't you think?
[The last vote floats from the podium and into Genie's hands, and he begins tallying them up. The paper scraps drift to the ground, until he holds up his hand and snaps his fingers. Sugarplum gets whisked to the center of the stage, prim and proper as she ever looks. One of the birds above opens its beak and soft music begins to play to accompany the events that are about to unfold.
Genie, for the most part, looks sympathetic.]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
[A clunky-looking laser suddenly descends from the ceiling, causing the birds to squawk and disperse among the edges of the room. Their cawing only increases in volume as they watch on in awe.
Sugarplum knows what this is. She knows what's coming.]
NO!
[She moves to escape, but she finds herself immobilized, as if bound by invisible ropes. Genie shrinks back, looking smaller by the second.]
This is for your own safety, I swear--
[Genie isn't able to finish his sentence when the device begins to power up. Sugarplum finds herself unable to look away as magical energy builds and builds, causing the device to pulse with light. Eventually, the light becomes unbearable to look at, and a bolt of blue energy escapes from the beam with a loud zap. Blue smoke obscures the stage, a rage-induced shriek fills the air, and then...silence.
As the smoke begins to clear away, a small object can be seen standing where Sugarplum once stood. It looks to be a handmade porcelain doll almost identical to the woman in likeness. Her expression is a perfect, serene smile--painted on with the delicate touch of a craftsman. She stands there, perfectly poised and ready to be played with.
The smoke finally clears, and a loud clunk can be heard overhead. An ordinary brick whizzes from the ceiling and falls directly onto Sugarplum. The doll shatters into a billion pieces, causing white fragments to cascade across the stage.
Genie winces.
...Hey, at least there aren't any blood or guts this time.]
EXECUTION: DANCE OF THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY
[The last vote floats from the podium and into Genie's hands, and he begins tallying them up. The paper scraps drift to the ground, until he holds up his hand and snaps his fingers. Sugarplum gets whisked to the center of the stage, prim and proper as she ever looks. One of the birds above opens its beak and soft music begins to play to accompany the events that are about to unfold.
Genie, for the most part, looks sympathetic.]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
[A clunky-looking laser suddenly descends from the ceiling, causing the birds to squawk and disperse among the edges of the room. Their cawing only increases in volume as they watch on in awe.
Sugarplum knows what this is. She knows what's coming.]
NO!
[She moves to escape, but she finds herself immobilized, as if bound by invisible ropes. Genie shrinks back, looking smaller by the second.]
This is for your own safety, I swear--
[Genie isn't able to finish his sentence when the device begins to power up. Sugarplum finds herself unable to look away as magical energy builds and builds, causing the device to pulse with light. Eventually, the light becomes unbearable to look at, and a bolt of blue energy escapes from the beam with a loud zap. Blue smoke obscures the stage, a rage-induced shriek fills the air, and then...silence.
As the smoke begins to clear away, a small object can be seen standing where Sugarplum once stood. It looks to be a handmade porcelain doll almost identical to the woman in likeness. Her expression is a perfect, serene smile--painted on with the delicate touch of a craftsman. She stands there, perfectly poised and ready to be played with.
The smoke finally clears, and a loud clunk can be heard overhead. An ordinary brick whizzes from the ceiling and falls directly onto Sugarplum. The doll shatters into a billion pieces, causing white fragments to cascade across the stage.
Genie winces.
...Hey, at least there aren't any blood or guts this time.]