Do you think champagne should be served in a strip club?

Why not,Pistone? As long as it gets me drunk I'll pay for it. But,if I get that bouncer job,hopefully I'll be getting free drinks! :)

No still, have to pay.

McKnighter ponders, it's been awhile since he had some legit work done. Spending his free time watching Skipper to make sure he doesn't eat his couch as been dull.

"Would there be room for a manager of some sorts? Take note of all the clients and their requested dancer or dancers?"

Perhaps, McKnighter. My first priority is the dancers.

Of which I only need one more volunteer.

Xanxus considered for a while.

"Pity you aren't looking for seductive males," he grinned and devoted himself to scanning the crowd gathered there.

Daisy walks into the bar and flips her spent cigarette into an ashtray. Walking brazenly up to Kates, she brushes her flaming red hair behind her shoulder and nods.

I'm interested in what you have to offer Don Kates.

Walking towards Kates with Risque on her side.

Hello Miss Kates,  I and Risque would like be part of your Club. We can be solo dancer or to the more exotic thing as partners.

She smiled and winks at Risque as she said the last words.

Since the guys in our city are ogling and fantasizing about us, why not make a dough out of it.

Panda pads into the street, still sad at the death of his dear friend, Mr Ron Jeremy.

Hi Kates, will there be famale erotic dancers at your clubs? Or Cows, or some other animals? I only ask as quite a few of the Animals in the Farmyard wouldn't ssee the interest in bald primates dancing on stage.

Glances at Panda with a raised eyebrow.

It will be females only. Animals don't talk. No furries.

So I'm guessing we have enough ladies to open up the place,now?

It is Panda's turn to raise an eyebrow

Animals don't talk? What am I then, chopped liver? How About Don Bovine? A more animalistic cow you will not find. And as for no furries... well that's just Racist. Next you'll be saying we can't drink from the same water fountains, or ride on the same buses, or heaven forbid, we're not allowed to go to the same schools. You Homo's are all the same.

Panda throws his hands up in exasperation and sighs loudly

You are not chopped liver. You seem to be a person under the impression that they're a panda. Pandas are not in the mafia. Feel free to ride the bus with me.

Xanxus listened in to the rather interesting debate of physiology and psychology. Then, he felt compelled to raise his hand and intervene with a very important question.

"Will we get females from all countries that have been so far explored?"

"Not really....no."

lily seemed embarrassed because of this...especially in front of these important women who had way more experience than she did.

I'm curious as to when this place will open for business.

Will there be ping pong balls and other such interesting acts?

lily sits down at a table and waits to talk to Kates.

OPanda, getting worried that he is being drawn into an existentialist conversation on whether or not he is truely a Panda tries one last time.

I am not a person, I hold no driving licence, I have no National Security number or Birth Certificate, I have no green card or work permit, I cannot vote, and I do not pay taxes. I cannot legitimately own property. I have black and white fur all over my body, I weigh in at 265lbs and stand on my hind legs about 6 feet high. I have no oposable tumbs and claws at the end of my paws. I also live almost exclusively on a diet of Bamboo. I was born in the Wild in China, captured and sent to a Zoo in Chicago. I stayed there for 6 years before escaping. I share no common genetic structures with humans, and in fact the only thing we have in common is my ability to speak.

Surely if I look like a Panda, smell like a Panda, and behave like a Panda, I am in fact a Panda?

You're typing and keyboards have small keys for a Panda