The Azurian males, as one, removed their shirts. Now they danced only in their pajama bottoms. Perspiration made their upper bodies shiny and slick. The way they danced reminded Trevor of preening peacocks, telling the world with their body language, as peacocks do, look at me. Glory in me. 

     "If they can do it, I can do it," Adam said, pulling his shirt off, revealing an upper body so thick with hair that billions of movie-goers all over the world referred to it as the Forwarder Fur.

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