<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris sang the lyrics with manic intensity, lowering his voice gruffly as he couldn't quite match Freddie's tones. He grinned and bounced around excitedly on stage when he wasn't singing. Naturally, to irritate Ptricia, he changed the awkward "thighs" line to "her thighs" and not "my thighs," pointing back at the drummer. He cackled in the wild applause after the song. "Couldn't resist. Alright, let's do something that ISN'T Queen. Your pick."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"First we settle the matter of my thighs!" Ptricia bounded and somersaulted right over her drum kit, landing beside Chris. She was wearing short shorts with her 'Cast Iron Stomach' t-shirt, which showed a lot of her aforementioned thighs.<br/><br/>She struck a sexy pose, one hand on her hip, and said. "I think they're fine." She turned to the audience, swinging her hips and tail. "Do you guys agree?"<br/><br/>She sashayed back behind her drum kit, amidst howls of approval from the male half of the audience. "I guess Frantic would be a good way to go..."