An ostensibly human figure appears on stage and makes very exaggerated motions that are highly offensive to the audience, with an emphasis on buttcheek dynamics and cellulite manipulation. It is wrapped in a Kalosian flag. No one knows why.
BRRREEET
OGOOGOGGHHO
AIAIGGIIABBGBFRBRBRBRBRBRR
dun dun dun dun
Look at me, I'm a Kalosian creature
I can live in a compact two-seater
This creature tears its way to the center of the audience and begins angrily chortling
Hold my grubs, look at this striking young rooster, cluck cluck bok ook, cluck cluck bok ook
It detonates while singing, pieces of flesh splashing on every audience member while still singing like an absolute GODDESS
I'm not a boyyyyyyyy (not a BOYYY)
bok buk oiiiiiiii (kuki kuki kuki bokbokboo)
you bigot oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
bok buk oiiiiiiii (kuki kuki kuki bokbokboo)
After some extensive manipulation of physical features, it reconsolidates into a semisolid body with limbs
I have five feathers, make you quiver
Arrows in my hole, roast me like rotisserie
badly out of place twerking
I'm not a boyyyyy (NOT AN OYYYYYYY)
(COK COK EGGG
COK COK EGGG)
I'm not a boyyyyy
You big land egg
(COK COK EGGG
A COK A COK A EGG
She suddenly becomes female and identifies as such and spins about wildly as if she originated from a cartoon. This is the point where our dear entity loses all coherency, embracing the true spirit of the song
GUCCI GUCCI GUCCI GUCCI COK COK EGG
GUCCI GUCCI GUCCI BOURGEOIS PEG
She spins into an anti cyclone and embeds a piece of herself into every audience member's heart, literally and physically. It is painful yet beautiful and transcendant with amazing shapes and colouuuuuurs. If Mister X were competing in this amazing contest they'd be offended by this terminology but it's not so that is beautiful in its own right. Welcome to WHF.
LSFJL:FJLDSKFJLSKFJLSDFJLSDFJLSD:F*EWH*EW(HIENVG(HVEHGEFOEJEWEIOJIHEWOGV
FOEFJOIWFHE WFHOIWE JHEWEIGH EWOGNWEGNEIRGURGOHRUG
FGHEOWEWOFJOWEIJWEJI TOEWIIEH EWGHROEIG HORWG
Clearly at this point our beloved performer is going a touch off script, and taking some liberties with the lyrics. However it is entirely within the spirit and nature of the song, and thus entirely acceptable withing the scope of the piece. Oh, right, and the lights are doing something interesting. At this point the lights are probably strobing like an utter madman and inducing epilepsy in those that absolutely should not be prone to such a condition. Do not question the efficacy of the procedure, it is simply routine in Merecendi. Also there are many colors which are beautiful by various standards.
AIAIAIAIHFGGHGHGHAIIAIAIHGGHIAIHGIGHIAGHAIGAIGHAIG
SJDFJSDLKFJLSDKN NVOAOIFJEIOEWNVOIHIFLJFO
FLFJOSDFIENWOVNOIEN
By this point, Kalosians have realized that the entity is speaking their language, and really come in tune with the deep message of the lyrics. They are absolutely enamored by the subtleties of the language, the careful phrasing of each NVAOIF and DFJSDLKF with the sweeping, bouncing music, and praise the glory of Merecendi in all its multitude of shapes and sizes. There is no God but Merecendi.
FHDKSJkjxclxkcjl;cjxkljnmn,xnvxcn,c.b.bmv,c.bn,cvbn,vcnbvc,mbn/mg/[]p[]]p][;];]/./././/././.,.,.,.,.
By this time, the song is winding down. A total sense of fulfillment is being achieved by all who understand the beatific language of ASDFGHJKLD, which all Kalosians understand by heart at a young young age. Rose petals fall from the ceiling like a divine blizzard borne of Aphrodite's sweat. It is beautiful. It is stunning. It is revolutionary. It is WHF. Welcome. And goodbye.
"THANK YOU ORC AND DRAM WE LOVETH YOUUU ALL THANK YOU-" yells the entity as she is cut off by the Darkmanian hosts.