After that song, I am totally depressed, in the realization that these Egyptian women want me for this one ....big..... thing......

Please..... don't say IT.

Slinking slyly up to the stage, nearing the suspect. He has them hypnotized. HE must be the liason, guarding the secret formula to this internationally sought secret recipe for the Aqua concoction "Aqua...."

... the very essence of life, they say....

Moving in. A male in dark dress. Shrouded. Pale. SPPPPPLLLLLLAASH. Blood? Octopus blood?

As long as he doesn't say the secret name of Number Three, aka the...... I KNOW he won't say.......... don't say mmmmmmmm.......