<blockquote class="uncited"><div>She looked back at Reizu. "Didn't you look up between songs? The boss lady was in the tubes overhead, watching our show."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Wow. I hope she liked us. But I'm sure she liked your crazy comedy moment."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The drinks arrived quickly. The wheel on a water tight hatch in the floor to the back of the backstage turned, and the penguin waiter popped up out of it, dragging another drogue pod.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu grabbed his drink and bowed before starting to sip. "Yeah. We should get back on. Otherwise, we'll be next. And I don't mean songs."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Oh man!" He hurriedly poured the drink down his throat, holding the glass practically vertical and spilling some of it over himself before grabbing his guitar and charging back onstage to rapturous cheers.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The wolfeasel almost coughed up his drink. "Oh, snap!" He gulped down his punch and ran back onto the stage.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"You hear the one about the voreaphile in the 80's?" He paused for effect. "She was hungry like the wolf." This brings a cacophony of groans from the audience, which Chris bows grandly to. "Thank you, thank you." He picks up his guitar again, nodding to Ptricia. "Let's kick it."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu was one of the many people who groaned to Chris's stale joke. "Please spare us the jokes and lets get on with the show!"