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Absolutely!

Immediately, the facade was up. The Jester turned with a sudden grace which he had been incapable of seconds before. He bowed his head down to the ground and did a tiny whip of his hips; he had an audience to impress, after all. I have many names — many, many, many — names, but most call me by The Jester. The fear-induced accident was still evident, though he no longer thought anything of it; in fact, it was only once another clap sounded that he even remembered what he'd been afraid of. 

Tell me, young ward, would you like to see a trick? he said in a shaky voiced, laced with anxiety. Regardless of what happened around him, the show would have to go on.