Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome… the outbreak! The Theatre is officially disbanded. As well as other conveniences: running water, access to your own children (who never leave their beloved Polyhedron, anyway), sewage, friendly smiles in the street, any respect for the institution of marriage, food, et cetera, et cetera. On the order of that big-city Bachelor, all theatrical costumes are to be handed out to orderlies. You know. Protection. By the way, obeying the orderlies is now mandatory, per current laws. Is that all? For now. The Town is doomed. Why bother with any of this? Oh… ladies and gentlemen! Please focus on your life aspirations. You have little more than a week now. Make sure your affairs are in order and do your best to pursue your dismal dreams.