[ WP ] A magician and the rabbit that he pulls out of a hat are on stage , the rabbit is sick of playing second fiddle .

Alone in the box. It's too dark, and too loud outside, with the tall man's loud words, and the loud music outside. And it was too stressful; he knew exactly what was going to happen next. The top would open with a near-silent *schuff*, a rough hand that reeked of... who knows, would grab him by the scruff of the neck, and rip him up. The lights were already too bright, but coming right out of that box they were like a thousand suns. And the applause would be too loud, the roars and clapping once dimmed would wash over him full force. And the place smelled, *reeked* to him, of booze and popcorn and the sweaty summer afternoon. And all he could do was wait, in his dark cramped little box, dreading the moment. But this time, he was done. He would have his revenge. 
 *Schuff*. `` I'd certainly hope my hat was empty, but sometimes I have bad luck!'' The rough hand grabbed and pulled. He almost pissed in excitement for his revenge, but he would have to hold it in till the audience could see, only another second...
