Rock's greatest Demon built an empire on theatrics: breathing fire, spitting blood, and unrolling a tongue so notorious the press swore it measured seven inches and carried a million-dollar insurance policy — rumors he never confirmed or denied, which is exactly how you keep a rumor employed. Cat Simmons finds the whole act charming, if basic. A cat's tongue is a precision instrument with factory-fitted barbs, deployed several hundred times a day for grooming, intimidation, and the theft of butter. The face paint on this shirt is ceremonially accurate. The eyes rolled back to white mean either the show is starting or the treat was transcendent, and with a true showman you are never told which.
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