<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Your speaking about us like were morons, we are not as restricted as you think. We are just now figuring out people can be gay.” Freddie was not aware of the current times and the bisexuals and the pansexuals. Maybe if he had lived longer he would of seen how evolved the world has gotten in time. In his time the gays were just getting their beautiful flaming asses out of the closet. He did feel a little insulted when the man spoke poorly of humans. If humans were so bad in his eyes why was he going to so much trouble to with one?  <br/>
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Freddie opened the door and clapped his hands. “She did take care of me. Bless her heart.” Off in the corner was a large bathroom with not only a sunk in tub but a large shower. He sighed so happily when he looked to the doors going to back patio there was his hot tub and all it's slender. “Yes yes! Oh and my European king size bed. Tonight I will sleep like the rock god that I am.” Before he could give the rest of the room another glance he was whipped around to the others chest, his voice cried out a high note. “OUCH.” When he tried to push away to rub his poor topless body he was suddenly tossed over the man's shoulder. “No, not again. I don't want to go flying. I do NOT like surprises, put me down! PUT ME DOWN! No more flying.” Instead of flying he was throw to the bed, he bounced on the mattress watching the man take off his boots his swore. Enough was enough, this man had intentions that normally was more then expect-able for the singers lifestyle.  <br/>
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“Define better?” Sitting up on the bed a moment he spoke to the man whose name he still did not know. “You dragged me up to my own room with naughty intentions. You didn't even chase me, no drink, no dinner… you just carried me off? That is NOT how we do things on earth. I am Freddie Mercury. I tell you when I want you on my bed! You don't invite yourself on my bed. Now your going to tel me all about yourself right now.”  </span>