"Hmm. I guess I'll be the guy that goes "Dayum" and "shit"." Rolling his eyes, Chris stretched out, mopping his brow again. "Whew. I think they like us." He stuck his head back out, scanning the crowd, who were chanting "Sto-machs! Sto-machs!" repeatedly. "I don't know if they're rooting for some vore or us to come back on." He grinned. "I need a drink."