Dr. Parnassus believes in the power of imagination to transport the human soul to fantastic places. The Devil disagrees and insists that people always regress toward their primitive nature. This sparks a competition between the two as to how many souls they can convert to their respective sides. Over the years, Parnassus makes different deals with the Devil in order to help his own cause, one of which results in giving up his only child on her 16th birthday if he cannot purify 5 souls before the date. At least I think that’s what it was about?

	Come one, come all! To the Idiotarium of Doctor Poonassis!
	What the hell is this?
	It’s a doorway into your imagination! Step through this mirror and enter a world of wonder!
	Are you fucking nuts!?! If I walk into that mirror it’s gonna break and cut me to shreds!
	Nonsense! It’s a magic mirror. It will take you anywhere you wanna go!
	That’s impossible. What are you really doing here?
	Oh Spherx, has the daily grind of hosting an obscure website blinded you from the fantasy splendor that exists in all of us?
	Ok. If this is for real, why don’t you show me? You walk through the mirror.
	Alright. If that’s what you need to convince you.
	(IC steps out from behind his podium and faces the mirror)
	Watch as I step into the forgotten power of imagination!
	Stop! Don’t go in there!
	Bug? Where’s your helmet? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without it.
	Idiot Chittix stole it! He’s using it as his ‘Imaginarium’!
	Lies!
	Nobody go in there! That helmet is only for taking stuff out of, not putting things in! You’ll destroy the space-time continuum!
	I’ve already gone in Bug. And I saw the most amazing things! The rest of the world must enjoy it as I have!
	You already went in? I don’t understand. We shouldn’t be here. The universe should have collapsed on itself by now.
	See. Show’s how little YOU know!
	(IC turns toward the mirror)
	Goodbye friends! See you in magic land!
	(IC runs at the mirror which breaks upon impact and dozens of glass shards slice through his body)
	(crying) OWWWWWWWWW!!!!
	Oh my god!
	I’ll get some adhesive strips.
	Quick! He’s losing a lot of blood.
	(crying) I don’t understa-and. It worked in muh-my dream la-last night…
	(Evil Sferx materializes out of thin air)
	That’s because dreams aren’t real IC.
	Evil Sferx!
	(with scorn) What are you doing here? I thought we ran you outta here!
	Oh, just dropping by to play a little game. Tell me IC, are you a betting chittix?
	I bet I’m gonna d-die if Bug doesn’t g-get b-back with those band-aids ss-soon…
	Oh, does it hurt? You know, I can take that pain away if you play my little game.
	P-Please. Anything. This hurts worse than that anal fissure I had.
	No IC! You can’t trust him!
	At the age of 16, you will give me your first born child. In return, I will fix you up.
	Done!
	(Evil Sferx disappears and IC stands up, wounds healed)
	I’m back with the adhesive strips. Guess what? I found my helmet. It was under a pile of abacuses all along!
	IC! What have you done?
	Psh! Joke’s on that fucker. I’m already older than 16!
	No, not you. He meant when your child turns 16!
	Joke’s still on him. I shoot my children into a sock.

• Score: B
• Reviewer: Spherx
• Date: January 11, 2010