<Peeks in lookin for Nyzzrym. Finds he's not present and enters the tav. Grabs a double at the bar...>
<... heads behind the stage, the curtains closed. After a few minutes the lights dim and a slide-bass rhythm starts thumpin (To the tune of My Sharona). The colored stages lights begin to pulsate to the crescendo beat. The bright overhead spot light powers up and shows a tall non descript half-elf in a red thong walkin up to the mic...>
This song 'n dance is called the Money Maker, a tribute to my pal Tater...
<His long limbs work frantically to keep pace with the beat set by the tune... begins to sing...>
Ooh... my little pretty thong, pretty thong.
Makes me wanna gyrate my moneyyy maker!
Ooh I like to shake m’love thing, watch my pelvis swing.
Feel the rhythm and do the Mashed Potato!
Never gonna stop, cuttin rug.
Climb a polished pole. Show me yer’s and I’ll show ye mine,
where’s the flower girl? My my my i yi Woo! M M M moneyyy maker...!
<Wipes the sweat from his brow. The slide-bass plays on...>
Now get to voting for the Yserbius Idol, there's one week left to vote! Don't make me do something like this again just to get our attention...
<exits behind the curtain, music ends...>