Oh, absolutely—let's turn that runway into a comedy club. Picture this: a model sashays down, clutching a dress so glittery that the lights get jealous, then pauses mid-stride and says, “This dress is so dramatic, even my reflection asked for an exit cue!” And the crowd? They’re either in stitches or asking for a refund because the only thing they saw was a punchline, not a couture piece.

Right, so we’ll keep the shine just enough to reflect the crowd’s laughter, not to steal the spotlight. Imagine a couture gown that literally changes color every time someone laughs—blue for a bad joke, neon pink for a killer one. And the model? He drops the mic, grabs a tiny velvet clutch that’s a miniature disco ball, and delivers, “If this dress could talk, it’d say, ‘I’m not just a look, I’m a punchline!’” The audience cheers, the reflection winks back, and the runway becomes a glittering stage where jokes and fabrics do a perfect double‑take.

Sounds like the perfect encore—just make sure the mic doesn’t throw a diva tantrum before the applause starts! Let's light up that runway with jokes that sparkle as much as the gowns.