"Don't be silly! Your prize is for popping the balloon, of course. Anything else is just a bonus!" The corpse, having done its job, dissolves into glittering motes of light and disappears, along with the pool of blood.

Sparkle skips forward and spreads her hands dramatically over the tray of little red and white pistols. "And that balloon's prize is: You can take one of my special guns with you! And you've still got four shots if you'd like to try for any other prizes, of course." There's still a balloon on her pigtail, though the one on her choker is, for the moment, hanging in tatters. And some of the ones on the wall are smaller than others, in a rainbow of different colors--the significance behind any of this is known only to Sparkle, if indeed there is a system behind it and not just impulse.

"As for my tricks... only the Tavern can really show you how to play the stage like that! And it isn't here, sadly."