Zack watched Anton, wearing a wig and walking with the sultry stride he'd just learned, come over. He laughed so hard he nearly knocked off his own puppet head.
After setting Julie down, Zack did his duty as her bodyguard. He spread his arms to block the way and called out to the Wolves guys with a grin, "You can't harass Julie.
"Guys, this is backstage. There are so many beautiful women here. How many chances will you get in your life to walk into a place like this openly?"
The short, stocky "Road Bully," who looked like a murderer, glared and said, "The girls here aren't pretty. They're all too skinny. Why aren't the Kardashian sisters here? I don't mind that they're old..."
Wigged Anton had just expertly exchanged phone numbers with a Supermodel. He looked disdainfully at "Road Bully," who looked even older than LeBron James, and said, "You already look retired. Those girls with big asses aren't for you."
"Road Bully" gave Anton the finger in irritation, then struggled to straighten his bunny-girl outfit. "You don't know shit. I was popular in college!
"Oh my God, this outfit is torture! This damn thing keeps riding up my ass. I used to think bikinis were exciting, but now I've realized this thing's going to squeeze my balls until they burst."
Lightning William, wearing a red dress, grinned mischievously and tugged at "Road Bully's" tight pants. The moment he let go, the super-elastic fabric snapped against "Road Bully's" backside, drawing a cry of pain.
The man, who looked like a cube, clutched his butt and jumped high into the air. When he landed, he yanked the pants out of his crack with all his might, then angrily chased after William, turning backstage into a madhouse.
By the time Steve