A pretext that allows a roomful of "entertainers" to become a big collective pest, a smiling annoyance. Fetch me my gun. Musicals, the music video of the pre-television era, and, like the wee cockroach, something that will outlive us all - even after the reification of our Mutually Assured Destruction. (Kablooey! That's entertainment!) Like we all spontaneously break out in a song and dance upon being handed the plumber's bill. Oh yeah, I feel a song coming on.

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