"Stand back, Gus," Shawn spun in a circle, contorting into ridiculous parodies of martial art stances. "I'm practicing."
"Practicing what?"
"My new martial art."
"You're leaning a martial art?"
"Yes." Shawn spun awkwardly, twisting his arms wildly around his head. "The ancient art of Wang Chung."
"There's not such thing, Shawn."
"Gus, don't be the remake of The Karate Kid. Of course there is. It's in the song: 'Everyone Wang Chung tonight'."
"It's not a martial art. It's the name of the band."
"Really?"
"Yes, Shawn. Really."
"Egotistical, don't you think?"
"What?"
"Naming your band after a deadly martial art."