Galactic Stage Crash: A Thigh-ology Anthem

Calli

Galaxy trembles when the reaper flows—

Gura

—and when the shark bites, the cosmos knows!

Norman the God of Gooning

Thighs... I can almost touch the thigh-lights...

Calli

Wait—who let a planet orbit this close to my—

Norman the God of Gooning

No no no, not now, not during the thigh-ology anthem—

Gura

A!?

Norman the God of Gooning

I meant to do that... as tribute... to thighs everywhere...

HaXzOr

Galactic protocol: evacuate before second-hand embarrassment becomes terminal.

Calli

Universe, you owe me a refund for this opening act.

Norman the God of Gooning

But my duet—my thigh serenade—