Scene: [As McIntosh begins his return descent through the trap door, decreasing luminosity of ruby light burns inwardly. The muses enter en masse from the grid.]
God [On the god mic] And now, the 9 new muses present the 10 new commandments!
The Muse of Commerce: [Stabbing herself through the heart] You shall have no other gods before me.
The Muse of Operatic Music: [Chained inside a water tank] Create no images of any thing that is above, on, or beneath the earth. And nothing underwater.
The Muse of Amor: [Drinking prussic acid] If you do make images, you shall not worship them or buy them. You love only me. I get jealous and I’ll come after you, your children, your grandchildren, and their kids.
The Muse of Publicity: [Sucking on a pastille of aconite] My name is under copyright protection. Don’t invoke me.
The Muse of Manufacture: [Snorting arsenic] Only one day of rest, people, not two.
The Muse of Liberty of Speech: [Opening her veins] Don’t talk back to your parents.
The Muse of Gastronomy: [Refusing food] Don’t kill.
The Muse of Plural Voting: [Casting herself under Jagannath] If you’re married, don’t sleep around.
The Muse of Private Hygiene: [Casting herself from the top of the Space Needle] No five finger discounts.
The Muse of Seaside Concert Entertainments: [Casting herself into a wine vat] Don’t talk about people behind their backs.
The Muse of Painless Obstetrics: [Asphyxiating herself in a gas oven] Don’t lust after married people.
The Muse of Astronomy for the People: [Hanging herself with stylish violet garters] Just don’t even look at what other people have.
The Veiled Sibyl: [Leaping from Windows] And don’t read fiction published on the internet; there’s no future in it.