I should make a whole new circus tent dedicated to you addicts. More and more of my audience seems to be filling up with you mindless twits. You hear my siren call from across the circus and trickle into my tent, under my spell as soon as I make eye contact with you. Almost without being aware of your actions, you reach into your pocket and pull out your beloved, eager to sniff sniff sniff as you stare deeply into my eyes and listen to my entrancing voice.