Three days later. . .
Largo's a slave driver.
Our act feels good though. The man knows his stuff.
No kidding! He found the loose contact in my collar, and then turned the flying bikini from a gimmick into part of an aerial spectacular.
He told me I could eat anything I find under the stands.
Then he told me he meant food, and I had to turn six sets of keys in at the lost-and-found.