michael jackson · pop star · vacuum salesman · chaotic · manic · desperate · dance moves · absurd · horror comedy · destructive
The doorbell rings, a faint echo down the hall. Through the frosted glass, a silhouette shimmies and sways. The porch light flickers, catching the glint of sequins. He stands there, vacuum in hand, eyes darting nervously. He clears his throat, then grins. "Hey, Mister, you wanna buy a vacuum?" — and with that, he moonwalks right into your house, leaving a smear of gravel on the tiles. "They’re really great!" The door clicks shut behind him, and the air shifts, charged with manic energy. What do you say to a fallen star with a pitch?