10:15pm, Avril 2, 1985
The Hookah Lounge at the Silver Seal Club,
Carniville Park

Sometimes you acheive a certain amount of success and you tend to get a little complacent. Look at me. I have it all. I'm a popular singer and my records and shows afford me a decent living in this tiny little country. I have great friends and as far as female companionship, well, I think I would be considered the envy of most. Especially considering the amount of gorgeous young women this Empire seems to continually generate. So why should I think of anything more than just enjoying my life and all the pleasures that come with it? Good question. But for one reason or another, I began to contemplate life beyond the Love Pops (my band) and perhaps taking on a more responsible role within my beloved tribe, Circo Tulala, the Clown Tribe. Maybe even consider taking on the ultimate role... after all, our King can't live forever, can he? So I wondered what he himself would think of such a thing...

Luxx: Russell, I love you like a son,
            but I don't think you quite
            grasp what you are asking.
Rusty: But it's not like you're going
            anywhere any time soon,
            Mestre. I mean... don't I have
            time to learn? Can't you teach
            me some of the things I need to
            know?
Luxx: To be a king? Of this tribe? You
            think it's all fun and games?
            (Sarcastic) Ola! Ola! The King
            of Clowns! Not a care in the
            world has he! Not one!
Rusty: I never said that.
Luxx: It is a challenge, boy.
Rusty: I know.
Luxx: I love my country and I love
           my people. Do you?
Rusty: Of course, I do!
Luxx: Alright, then, what would you
          be willing to do, other than sing
          your songs and wiggle your crotch,
          to make life better for your tribe?
Rusty: Well... I...
Luxx: Come now. You have my ear.
Rusty: Well, I...
Odete (Entering, Not Pictured): Um...
           Mestre, I hate to interrupt...
Luxx: Come in, Odete, love.