As might be predicted, Captain flung the pants-scarf up and over Derfie as she trotted forward, the flourish they gave nearly causing their frumpy hat to fly from from their head. (It had been stretched by a girthy mop-wig prior to the poor, poor ship that had brought this loon in landing in Zion and ejecting Captain into the unsuspecting populace. It was bound to eventually be lost in this ruckus.)

"View the power of our milkshakes, Beyla! Look upon ye mighty works and weep!" True to their mad yelling, people had gathered around the ring not to dance, but to watch and even clap in time to the makeshift tauromachia being performed. It might not be as exciting as the bacchanal hip-grinding happening a few people-piles over, but it was at least unusual!

Captain waited until Derfie had reached the periphery of their clear space, and then, pants-flapping wildly a couple of times, bellowed, "toro! Toro I say!!"