Jack the lion tamer had become bored with his job. “There’s just not enough excitement in lion taming,” he would say.
This would generally come as a shock to the listener. “How can lion taming lack excitement with nothing but a whip and a chair to separate you from certain death?”
“Yes, well,” Jack would say, “it has somehow lost its pizzazz.”
Jack’s show had also lost its pizzazz, and the 2:30 crowd became disgruntled and bum-rushed the stage, provoking the lions to attack.
Jack could not remember the last time he was so excited. Then he was mauled to death.

