The Grand Master was reclining in the comfort of his New York penthouse, bored to death. He summoned the first of his servants and said to him: “Satan, there is nothing on TV anymore and I am weary of this war in Ukraine. Could you not invent some new spectacles likely to distract me?”
Satan, knowing his master's demanding tastes, thought to himself: “Mmm... A new Tsunami? Too banal... A surgical operation on speed and without anesthesia? Already been done by the Nazis... Yet another genocide? Completely outdated...”
Seeing that his master was beginning to grow impatient, Satan hastened to say: “Uh... I confess I'm drawing a bit of a blank on this subject... Why not go see *Les Filles du Feu* in concert?”
And the master smiled...