It’s been almost 20 years since the news broke about the carnage that took place center stage at Siegfried & Roy at the Mirage Resort and Casino, when the duo’s tiger Mantacore ripped Roy’s throat from his body like velcro from a child’s shoe. Since then, both men have died, and the Vegas maulings have mostly been left to Midwestern tourists taking full advantage of comps at the buffet.
With this important 20-year milestone quickly approaching, Humor Darlingsent our crack reporter Wanda “Double Double-U” Wombat (1988–2022) to catch up with Mantacore to learn more about the famous incident and what he’s been doing since.
Humor Darling: First of all, thanks for agreeing to talk to us.
Mantacore: Thank you for recognizing that I can talk. Those two pieces of shit treated me like I was a fucking idiot and could only understand single-word commands like “release” and “penetrate”! Assholes.
Humor Darling: It sounds like you’re still harboring a little bit of resentment toward your former… what do we call them, trainers? Owners?
Mantacore: I’ll tell you what I call them: *REDACTED*
Humor Darling: Oh my… Anyway, we know that Roy was messed up pretty bad after you bit him, but we didn’t hear much about you. What happened after?
Mantacore: What do you think happened? I was forced into retirement in my prime! But, I guess when you accidentally-on-purpose bite one-half of Peter Pan’s Las Vegas Freak Duo, you’re lucky they don’t take you out to the desert and introduce you to Joe Pesci’s baseball bat, you know?
Humor Darling: Did you have plans to work with any other Vegas entertainers before your career was derailed by your thirst for the fleshy insides of Roy’s voicebox?
Mantacore: Well, I already did a short stint with David Copperfield at the Bellagio where he pretended not to be Jewish and I pretended not to be a Tiger — you can imagine how convincing that was. Then I worked with Penn and Teller in an avant garde-type deal where the three of us all shut up for two hours and then I made divorce papers appear out of thin air for my ex-wife. That didn’t last, and she got everything. Now, I’m working the coatroom at Caesers, trying not to slip and fall and get a coat hanger in my litterbox, you know?
Humor Darling: No, I’m sorry, I don’t know.
Mantacore: Well, then why don’t you bring your neck over here and I’ll show you how we do it Sigfried style…
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