The lion tamer faced the lions, armed with a chair and a whip. The circus crowd watching in fascination as the tamer toyed with his felines.
Then came the moment when the mighty male was released from his cage. The lithe killer flicked his tail in annoyance as the lion tamer cracked his whip. Barring his teeth, he growled ominously. He would have none of this nonsense. He was master of his own destiny. With a flick of his mighty paw, the chair was knocked aside. The whip quickly followed.
In desperation, the lion tamer pulled out his laser pen.