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Smiles all around, as Bob holds up one hand. Hundreds of doors smash open, as all around Unicron. Crying girls and boys step out, covered in scars and wounds, their souls chained to Bob by chains of suffering. As one they sing out, their voices carefully chosen from the most gifted in the multiverse. Bob bows, ready for his performance, as the music swells up, different to each who would listen, a reflection of the eternal chaos that was Bob. And then, as he looks up, his eyes glow up red, shadows moving over his face as Unicron is suddenly hit by a wave of pure power, the planet itself shaking. "Ladies and Gentleman. Allow me to demonstrate our next act."
As Bob speaks, dancing couples cover Unicron. Laughter and fear, a thousand tragedies, parents forced to watch their children suffer, families reunited. A theatre of lost souls, bound to this world by the will of a cruel God, as Bob's laughter swells up. Life, in all it's glorious faults and horrors, as Bob grows to match Unicron in size, the spectres screaming and crying, laughing and loving, forced into the dance of eternal repetition. Bob holds out his hands, as he feels the power of humanity swell through him, and he moves into position, his hat tipped down over his head. "Shall we dance?"