His cackle tore through the mostly empty ballroom, laughing at his own “jokes” like a hyena fresh from a kill. His voice was high-pitched and antagonizing, his body swaying among the stage with delight. A grin was splayed on Jimmy’s face, or, “Hugo Punch”.

“And you!”

He called out, as though there were anyone else in the audience,

“You’ve got quite the wardrobe, did you roll around inside and just walk out with whatever you caught?”