Seamus was actively guarding Roxanne to avoid

Seamus was actively guarding Roxanne to avoid being cuckolded. When Todd approached he used a deceptive alarm call to disrupt the extrapair copulation attempt toward his mate.

But Seamus was only flesh & awoke from a snooze to see Roxanne laying a smug egg while Todd looked on smirking. "Sorry Seamus, old chap," said Todd. "Survival of the fittest & all

that jazz." Suddenly Todd broke out into a fully rehearsed and choreographed song and dance number from Chicago, as both Roxanne and Seamus looked on with growing

admiration. Roxanne and Seamus waited for Todd to finish his dance routine, which had one too many fake-endings, but then they started a big fat "slow clap."

One by one everyone joined in, clapping louder, faster. They began to whistle and shout. Todd's dance had touched their souls, but they couldn't express their joy and admiration

without attracting the attention of the Anti-Arts Police. But Todd would not stop dancing, even as their helicopters darkened the sky. The audience screamed and scattered, but Todd

continued with his unique shimmy. He focused on the music and was completely lost in the dance, when one of the Anti-Arts helicopters landed directly on the stage.

It sang that relief us only a swallow away. Sir William Swallow swallowed the winged biscuits coming out of the air at the heliport site. The nurses swam naked underneath to relax

from the shellacking they were not a lacking. Nimble toes were nibbled at by merry water nymphs from Neptune. Sir Swallow insisted that I "spill it out, Old Horse. You needn't die

for Queen and Country or whatever it is that you'd die for. At least not today or now." I looked at Sir Swallow sternly but what he said made sense. I didn't need to die for this.