Even as the stunning twist dawns on you that there never was a ringmaster, except for the inmates of this circus collectively being forced to FUNCTION as the ringmaster, once again the peanut gallery seems to be one step ahead of you, and compels you to "be the ringmaster". You seem to have no choice but to comply not only with the peanut gallery's wishes, but also the diabolically systemic form of control the circus has imposed on you.
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