A magic show is in progress. You wander in and take a seat in the back.
The audience is staring with rapt attention at a dais in the center of
the stage under a lone spot. It's like an operating room table, with a
mostly naked man lying supine atop it. You look at the people around you.
Transfixed, made of transfixed wax.

A gasp! Something has poked up from inside the man's abdomen! A sharp
flesh tent has arisen, just beneath his chest. Then the skin parts, like
a birth membrane, and arms emerge. Blood runs down the white sheets and
onto the polished boards of the stage. Slowly, the arms press down and
push out a head and torso, covered with red and green slime and gore.

The Magician has escaped again! Thunderous applause shakes the rafters.