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[A rather thin, sickly looking Tyki is wandering around the dressingroom in prisoner's garb today. He's bruised, with dark circles under his eyes. And if you get close enough, you might just hear him singing softly as he looks around.]
...Clock, clock, where is a clock? Can't find the time, can't make it stop. Tick tock, tick tock. So goes the missing clock.
[It fades into humming, as he stumbles towards another hallway. Running his fingers across the wall as he goes.]
...Clock, clock, where is a clock? Can't find the time, can't make it stop. Tick tock, tick tock. So goes the missing clock.
[It fades into humming, as he stumbles towards another hallway. Running his fingers across the wall as he goes.]