Charon was still chuckling away and she could feel Kizmats chest heaving with laughter as he tried to pretend Charon hadn't just bought that particular thing to his attention....

She leaned into him again.

"just watch, its true."

Kizmat couldn't help but look and stared at the spot Charon had told him about a couple of seconds earlier. When he saw it he almost keeled over with mirth.

Gunther was getting seriously peeved, how dare they not take him seriously. He strutted up to the edge of the stage to the place in the audience they were standing, microphone still in hand and demanded that Charon tell him what was sooo damned funny about his performance.

Charon tried to whisper quietly to prevent an embarrassing moment for the hapless mullet head. Gunther didn't understand a word she said, mostly because he was trying to smell her hair at the same time. Kizmat then took exception to this and wrapped one large hand round Gunther's scrawny throat. Gunther almost wet his pants and finally Charon yelled out really loud into the microphone...

"YOU'VE SPLIT YOUR PANTS RIGHT UP THE ARSE CRACK!"

The crowd around the stage took immediate action and crowded around the stage with their camera's trying to get a good shot. GUnther shot upright like he'd been scalded and tried to walk sideways from the stage.