The Web Show 03 - Wringer"Hello everyone, and welcome back to my Web Show, Impossible Illusions!" The Assstant stood by herself on the stage, the white backdrop curving down to become a covering for the floor. For this show, aside from her ususal white mask, she wore a pink one-piece dress from her shoulders to her knees. "I don't have much in the realm of witty patter today, so let's get right to it." She went to one knee and picked up the otherwise invisible envelope from the cloth carpet.
"This is a letter from someone who calls themselves Esnredshirt." She looked up. "Is that supposed to be E.S.N. Redshirt? Or Essen-redshirt? I can't tell. Anyway, this person asks 'Got a wrigner in the works? Might be hard to talk once you're flat though ..."
She tossed the envelope to one side, off camera. "Well, if it makes you feel any better," she said, "I do do post production as well, and can narrate that way. Of course, for you, Sir or Ma'am Redshirt, I'll arrange things to keep t