<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris gazed blankly over his shoulder at the sphinx. "...I...Y'know what, I'm just going to assume everything I heard in the history books was said as an aside by you." He grinned. "I suppose you also invented the lightbulb, ratted out Guy Fawkes and helped free Mandela." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I wasn't even in America during the latter half of the 19th century, I never met the man, and apart from a few anonymous donations to Amnesty International, not really. Though I was involved in Abolition before the American Civil war. It's kinda crazy, negro humans and African furs had been fighting each other for thousands of years in Africa, but as soon as they became slaves, it was all sins forgiven. I actualy had to use a fully human form most of the time in the Southern US for a century before the civil war, my tail and markings would have gotten me shunned, even with impecable European credentials. My cat part is cheetah, remember?"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He nodded. "Fair enough. I wasn't angling for it myself. If what's come before is anything to judge by I won't be particularly starved of attention." <br/><br/>He raised his eyebrow at the sphinx. "Well, I <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> just talking to them in the dressing room. But I don't think we'll see them until after th-" Chris stood up stock-straight at the feeling of a hand being clapped on his shoulder, and he turned around to see the grinning face of the legendary Lemmy Kilmister. <br/>"Uh, Mr Lemmy, this is our drummer, Ptricia." The grizzled rocker extended his hand to her. "Pleasure t' meet you." Chris looked more excited than a springer spaniel on a caffeine drip.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Charmed." Ptricia responded, but with real warmth. "It's an honour to be leading for such a great band. I'm looking forward to seeing your set after we finish warming up."