The tan boy was once again clothed, and adjusted the buttons on his shirt as he spoke. “I am most certainly not out of commission.” He proclaimed with a good-natured chuckle. “However, for his unruly behavior, Alexander will soon be.”

“My sincerest apologies to whoever saw me in such a state, though what’s done is done, and I am once again clothed.”

“Of course, we may be in a tight spot at the moment, but never forget that I am a magic man. I’ve escaped titanium shark tanks countless times, so this is mere child’s play, is it not?”

He smirked playfully, standing up. “And now, my curtain rises. Time to put on a show that Alexander won’t soon forget.”

Bastien ominously tipped his hat, and exited the booth.