I was sitting in the upstairs office of the Museum with a cup of coffee when it happened. It had been a long day, and I’d sent the work experience kid the seemingly unfuckupable task of dusting the exhibits- after repeating my warning, of course, that some of them must not be touched or opened. A terrified scream, quickly strangled by a building-shaking thump and an awful rending sound, brought me rushing downstairs. Sure enough, when she lifted the half-corpse into the air, I recognized the shattered and stretched face. Credited to Ultra