"Good, let's proceed." The magician pulled out another spike, and, stepping behind the lady, pushed it through the hood from the back to the front, until the sharp point pierced the mask. "Oh, I hope that wasn't too close to her eye."<br /><br />From beneath the hood, "mmm-?"<br /><br />"No Karen, please don't talk now. Just try and hold still." The Magician picked up several more spikes, and, one by one, pushed them through, then stepped back to let the audience admire his handywork.<br /><br />"Ladies and gentlemen- as you can see, eight sharp spikes have now impaled this leather hood from all angles." The Magician spun Karen on the stool, slowly, to prove his point. "This is, of course, very bad for Karen... unless by some miracle she has avoided impalement."<br /><br />The Magician raised an eyebrow increduously. Nervous laughter and murmuring from the audience- of course Karen had been impaled. How could she not have been?