Chris made the usual bad vore jokes in between songs, the audience eating out of the palm of his hand (and each other). His mohawk was making an excellent underwear receptor if nothing else. At the finish of the performance, he gave a gracious bow, one footpaw on a monitor, before the end show illusion's jaw closed in front of him. He hurriedly ducked backstage, putting his guitar down and gladly accepting a waiting towel, rubbing it all over his face and torso. "Whew. Audience were even better than last night!" he enthused cheerfully.