The International Geek-On-Geek Expo comes to an end. The Carnival Bar & Lounge buzzes with excitement. It’s full of the Expo’s winning geeks. The winners are here to watch their losers perform.

A fat man, short and squat like a toad, enters the grand hall and barks out the main event. Hundreds of deliciously glowing whale oil lanterns fade to auburn, their glass globes tinkle and pop as they cool.

“Ladies, gentlemen, bloodsuckers and tendon chewers, winners all! I present to you our Famous Bangzies Bangers…and.. our… LOSING GEEKS”!

A brocade curtain parts and a heavy stage floats into the center of the rapturous crowd. Cadaverous drummers stand in a line in front of their individual stocks. Leg bones raised high, meat still dangling from viscous joints, they hammer down onto the loser’s skulls.

Iron bars, linkages and rusty screws, bolt into the loser’s chins. The crowd hums along as the musicians work their foot peddles. Bloody jaws clamp and unclamp, singing a favorite winner’s tune; Say Uncle.