Sitting restlessly at an elementary school assembly with fellow classmates, we were treated to a show by a clumsy magician. Obviously, he wasn't a very good one; a cheaply sewn cape descended from his corpulent frame, and the backdrop of his gymnasium stage was constructed by cheap apparatuses and various props.
Rather than a heralded prestidigitator performing sleight of hand at a respected establishment, the illusionist was forced on us, sweat drenching his brow as he failed to impress with his repertoire of illusions.
Sawing his assistant in half, you could spot her buckled knees bowing out the thin piece of plywood that constructed her casket.