Best show on Earth
Jack: Feather, like I promised. I'm inviting you to the show. A VIP box awaits you… Well, it's a tarp covered crate. But in the forefront!
Task: Go through the basement in "shadows" mode.
Jenny: Feather, do you know what Jack's up to? Of course, you do! I'm so excited! Don't tell me – I'm going to see for myself! What is it on the table? Why is it covered in cloth?
Jack: Ladies and gentlemen! Ravens and rats! I present to you the greatest show on Earth! The slogan is "But the emperor has no clothes!" Our show is a one-man show. Meet the one and only…!
Jack tears off the cloth that covered the silhouette on the table. There is a caricature of the Puppeteer made of wood. It moves jerkily, like any clockwork toy. It holds an operating cross with strings that is used for controlling puppets, but he is not controlling someone else. He is controlling himself.
Jack: ...Automaton! Named...
Once upon a time there lived...
Jack: Oh, wait. Our star is going to introduce himself.
The Puppeteer was so sly, he thought he could outsmart us all. But all his plans turned out a mess. For if you rise, you’re doomed to fall. In all the house no one keeps calm, and all he can do is only facepalm… Clap. Clap! The Puppeteer was so cunning to twitch his puppets back and forth. But toys were not too simple either. They struggled hard to prove their worth. In all the house no one keeps calm, and all he can do is only facepalm… Clap. Clap! The Puppeteer was so crafty, he made a cage for rats and ravens. But birds and rodents started fighting. They battled hard with beaks and claws. In all the house no one keeps calm, and all he can do is only facepalm… Clap. Clap!
After each «Clap. Clap!», by manipulating his left hand the Puppeteer sets in motion his right hand that hits him on the forehead.
Jack: Look, what a self-critical Puppeteer! And so talented. Jack of all trades.
Jack's initiative caused two diametrically opposed reactions. The Followers' representatives started to walk out right as the Puppeteer's self-harm session began, their commentary far from positive. The Underground let out a few hesitant chuckles, expecting a harsh response from the Puppeteer, but after a few moments they were laughing out loud.
The Puppeteer: Ha ha ha.
The Puppeteer's sincere laughter?
The Puppeteer: You are a poet, Jack. Talented poets die young and burn quick. But no need to worry – you are completely safe here as "talented" is obviously not about you. But I'll add your style to my armoury. The rhyming is truly amazing.
Jack: Has someone thrown cold water on you, people? You can keep breathing, ladies and gentlemen. See, the main spectator appreciated the show!
You completed Jack’s task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Jack: How do you find my ventriloquism? First I wanted to take some phrases from the recordings and do editing, but the real Puppeteer hadn’t said all necessary words. So I did it without authenticity, but at least could avoid the censorship.
