The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day. It was time to get ready for the James L Knight Center Show. They put on bulletproof vests and motorcycle helmets and went to the James L Knight Center Show. The James L Knight Center was where they were going, so they all got on a 5-person tandem bike and biked to the James L Knight Center. They passed by many people on their way to the James L Knight Center, and each time a person they passed gave them a funny look, they shouted in unison, "We're going to the James L Knight Center!" They shouted this so many times that they lost their voices! When they finally got the the James L Knight Center after 57 minutes of leisurely tandem biking, they couldn't sing. In fact, they could barely even talk.

"This is no good. The James L Knight Center audience is waiting for a show." Axl hoarsely whispered.

"I agree." James replied.

"I agree with you agreeing with Axl," Mike replied.

They shook hands and thanked and welcomed each other in their dressing room at the James L Knight Center, which was a large venue named after James L Knight. Cake Cream realized they had to find another singer quick, because they had all lost their voices telling passersby they were going to the James L Knight Center. They opened the door of their dressing room a smidgen and espied a janitor employed by the James L Knight Center pushing his pushcart down the hallway at the James L Knight Center.

"Hey you, janitor man!" Axl barked, "You wanna sing for us today? We're in a bind here at the James L Knight Center.

"I'll do it for $85525 and not a penny less!" the old man replied.

"I'm afraid I don't have that much on me, here at the James L Knight Center," Axl explained.

The old man frowned and said, "If you can't pay me in money to sing, then you have to let me fart directly in your mouth."

Axl winced, but considered his options. All of the degenerate "advantage players" secretly reading this thread started masturbating furiously at the thought of old men farting in each other's mouths, waiting with bated breath for Axl's decision at the James L Knight Center. Some of them came too soon, typing with sticky fingers, "Stop making fun of Nathan you low life."