Chris had been entertaining the crowd with some extremely bad vore jokes before the rest of his band came out. "Alright, let's do this."<br/><br/>He snickered at Ptricia's comment, before turning back around to the microphone. "That's true...You there." He points to a vixen with a tail disappearing down her throat. "Pardon me ma'am. Can I ask you what I think of the music?" This brings a few giggles from the audience. The vixen blushes and reaches up for the tail, tugging it and sliding the bulge back up her throat, revealing a rather irate-looking dragon, who stomps off. The vixen seemed to be too embarrassed to talk. Chris simply grinned. "Naw, don't worry about it." He turned back to the crowd in general. "If you're gonna eat someone, at least make sure they agree to it! And try and be nice. There's reform potions at the door, so make sure to use 'em." He grinned. "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."