Self-Creeped, Inspookarated, Bestranged

Such is the Mise-en-scène †, grandly undefined to much confusion, but that's to be expected in this tricky waters way of blustery, glittering noir. The Witch Doctor, long in attendance, is having a fine time with the conjured ball of confusion, which we are heretofore calling "hilarity," brings tidings of great greatness. Don't worry. It will all be fine. It will be all kinds of lit because. I know you are, but what am I/rubber-glue, etc. Watch the pretend-logic rubics cube of absurdity, because it's a geometric chameleon, Lulu. That's what the phone call is about.