the stage is set,

the lights are on, a fanfare starts up and on marches monsier boule with his case..

out pops...

from the inner depths of his luggage, this mime man pulls out a pot of magic mix...

hold it..

to take that wafer thin spere in the hand... possible?

got it..

everything's possible..............

pop pop

where's it going now...?

gulp..

it^s on the tip of my tounge.....

in the palm of his hand

as the game continues, the bubbles appear, pop, pop, and then one big.. let the dance begin...