“Of
course I haven't,” Robert replies, “Trolls aren't real.”
“If
trolls aren't real,” the woman says, pointing at the creature,
“Then what do you call that.”
“Well,
it's a troll, all right, but it's not real. None of this is real.”
As he
speaks, the troll begins to shamble forward, dragging the chain gang
of young women behind it.
“Not
real?” the woman asks in astonishment, before slapping Robert
across the face. “Is that real enough for you, young man? Now if
you please, I will enjoy the spectacle alone.”
The crowd
has quietened down. There are murmurs here and there, but most are
too intrigued as to what will happen next. An air of expectation and
curiosity hangs thick about their heads.
“Ladies
and Gentlemen,” the mc demands, “We welcome your applause, for
the Imposters' Parade.”
