Because Mardi Gras would start next week, there was a lot of prep for the Animalia Mardi Gras celebration. While it was celebrated differently in each colony, the general theme was the same: high paced samba music, the occasional confetti cannon, and probably the most famous/infamous (depending on how you look at it) event, the parade where all single Animalians, divided by species and gender, showcase themselves. But because of this, and the fact that there were some new members, there was a few minor incidents, mainly from reactions to it.
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Adi was a little upset about the Mardi Gras Parade, mainly because she was still somewhat shy, and partly because of her religious upbringing (I don't know if Islam has something similar to Mardi Gras). But fortunately, she had already gotten permission to be exempt from performing in the Meat Market if she didn't want to, and Maggie had also gotten her a "permission slip" to be exempt from participation in the parade.
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Andre was coming into his latest workout cursing under his breath and gritting his teeth, though it wasn't too much of a mystery from his reputation.
"It happened again, didn't it?" asked Heracles, never doubting the answer.
"I swear," said Andre in frustration, "If this keeps up, I'm going to have to invest in cast iron butt armor!"
"I can see that getting popular, especially among male Animalians." said one gym goer, before reciting a fake pitch for it, "New, improved, cast iron fanny armor. Protect your beautiful bottoms from all kinds of unwanted goosings and pinches." At that, everyone started laughing, even Andre did, and he was able to focus on his workout.
"So what did that spokesman want with you Andre?" asked another gym goer later.
"Apparently PepsiCo was reworking their SoBe drinks to be safe for Animalians and wanted a lizard for their most recent product." answered Andre.
"And they found you." replied the gym goer, somehow not surprised.
"While I'm glad that Old Spice chose me to be their next 'Terry Cruise', having two separate contracts with two separate companies might be a little much for me." said Andre.
"I shouldn't worry about it." advised the other gym goer, "If anything, you'll have quite a nest egg built up." At that, Andre's internal heat spiked, and he began his internal mantra of 'don't lose control, don't lose control' to prevent any 'malfunctions', 'accidents', or otherwise.
"Oh, right," said the gym goer, realizing what he had unintentionally done. "Sorry about that."