The second bidet was installed in the bathroom like normal, and after Billy was appraised of how foreign an object it was (“You mean even the name’s French? I’ll pass.), the band was free to launder their nethers to their hearts’ content.
The road crew began using it as a drinking fountain immediately; Phil and Bobby beat them back with truncheons and chair legs.
“Back! No! Not for you, beast!”
“Not beast,” the road crew said. “Always to walk on two legs. Never to walk on four.”
“Drink from your bowls!”
And then Ramrod started licking himself. It was a weird afternoon.