The critic leaned over to the stage hand, whispering in his ear. "No worries, we don't need that much detail. Wait... what was that he took off? You mean there's more than just quizes? Whew, I may need to write more then. Tell the host I have a bit of review done so far if he wants to bask in praise." Even as he spoke he was writing furiously. He stopped for a moment to pull a deflated beach ball out and blow it up, before tossing it into the crowd. "Liven things up. Here, the review so far." He handed him the notebook.<br/><br/>*The scene was pure chaos, crazy enough to be drawn by Tim Schafer, and morbid enough to make Tim Burton the painter. However, you were either insane, or somebody's lunch, if you didn't love every minute of it. The new show's quirky kitsune host easily made the murders that were taking place on stage seem like child's play, and the colorful casts of contestants were no less enjoyable. I seriously expected the man in the swrily glasses to, at any moment, pull out a thermal detonator and declare us all figments of his imagination. The first one to go 'Down The Hatch' was a purple wolfess from the audience who handed out sandwiches before becoming the soft, furry filling of one herself.<br/><br/>Of course, a critic must also say something bad, it's his job, and I am no exception to that rule. For one thing, anything goes. If you plan to be in the audience you'd better inform your next of kin because you may not be coming back home! I had the priviledge of watching the producer himself become a small snack to a girl in the audience! This madness is unrivalled!*