Pan, Pandemic, Pandering, Panties, part three.

Pan ran, flitted and flirted. The fawn-god ran in and out of the white hot spotlight showing his wares everywheres. Throughout the land tongues wagged almost as hard as the dogs were wagged. "What be this?". "Could it be?" . "I've always thought". "Why would Pan be with those guys, unless....?". There really is a sucker born every minute. Sort of speaking. The media querried, the townspeople worried, and the spin queeried. As the dust settled Pan was pleased with smoke and mirrors job. You really can't pay for this kind of advertising, and if you can score some workout tips, even better. Pan was pleased that the townspeople could sit-up and watch, living vicariously through the friends sittups. Pan was especially happy that the townspeople could speak, no one likes to be forgotten. Creating attention to his new playmates and their upcoming parties was all it was. Now the jocks can hang up theirs, kick back, drink mojitos, and laugh that it was all worth it. It was a mutual beneficial alliance really. They may even make a movie about it.