He reluctantly assumed the position. He was extremely nervous as it had been so long since he had last correctly performed the act. The gnome crowd was roaring. But as he let his foot glide to make the first step, he stopped hearing them. And as his other foot glided sequencially, he didn’t care that everyone could see his junk through the thin bloodstained excuse of loincloth. Then, the music began to play perfectly in his mind...
“Billie is not my lover. Oo! She’s just a girl who says that Iiiiii am the one. But the kid is not my son.”