"Nope. You wouldn't. If you tried to escape, we'd just have to drag you back and tie you to something. Then you'd be all over the tabloids. Poe Dameron, Junkyard Carnival's kinky pet." He yawns again and sort of almost sits up this time around. Almost. It made a token effort and then just sort of rolled so he could look at Poe directly and not at the ceiling.

"It's not bad, it's just not Carnie material, you know. You could just release a single or something. I've thought of doing it for metal. You're allowed to have a mistress, so long as you keep coming back home to the wife at the end of the day. That, or trick them both into a threesome." Fusion music was pretty popular right now.