My mom would be leaving the house and she'd say, 'Don't you pull out all of the old dresses in the attic and put on a show again!' And the door would close, and that's exactly what I'd do. The show was calling me!
It took them only an instant to cut of that head, but it is unlikely that a hundred years will suffice to reproduce a singular one.
I should get a few ribs taken out, because I'll be in a corset for the rest of my life.