A Jolt in the Fog

Ha! A sudden spark pops down my plastic spine! My stiff little fingers actually twitch, splaying wide open. I test a step through this wispy synthetic cotton fog and lean right over to give that stone tombstone behind me a good, solid rap with my knuckles. Clack! Real stone—or painted foam, whatever, it echoes! Look at that, I'm not just posing anymore; I'm loose, kicking up wisps of fake mist right under the glowing red sign!