Bigtop Bigshot

 The show must go on, they say. You can't have a circus without the acts. It's not a carnival without a clown, and I am no clown, but he was. What a performance this will be. My acrobatic skills are rusty, but the extra arms I've stitched to my sides should help with balance. I just hope my makeup's red enough. Carnival food isn't exactly the best for your blood. Gotta wait for the cue my show time is nigh. The ringmaster is the heart of the circus, well now I am the circus. The tightrope looks high, but the added legs will do wonders for my balance. I always loved the phrase "eye in the back of your head." At least now I can see the audience from all angles, hear them too if these damn new ears work, I knew that juggler was too old to stay in the show, and the bastard needed hearing aids! Ah, the slow rise of the curtain, just like every night, but the audience was less than enthusiastic. I hope they didn't find the rest of the crew or atleast the bits left of them. The tent doors should be locked tight and the lights will go off any second now. Oh, the spotlight on me and my beautiful tools. Hearing the chainsaw rip is so exhilarating. This show will be my life's work, my peak.