As the houselights go down, and a spotlight comes up on a solitary figure on stage. The biggest damn Irishman you ever saw stares intently at the figure of a lone, rather portly woman getting ready to sing The Song. Mick settles in to enjoy the moment, but something about the proverbial "Fat Lady" catches his eye. He leans forward in his seat, straining to make out what it is. As he struggles to figure out what is bothering him, he realizes. The lady is Shatner in drag.................AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!