You go it alone, as it were.

Now, if I had your peculiarities, do you know what I'd do?
I'd get a leg snatched off some way, so's I could walk around on this one.

Or if you hate to go to the expense of amputation, why not get your pantaloons altered and mount this beautiful work of art just as you stand?
A centipede, a mere ridicklous insect, has half a bushel of legs, and why can't a man, the grandest creature on earth, own three?
You go around this community on three legs, and your fortune's made.

People will go wild over you as the three-legged grocer; the nation will glory in you; Europe will hear of you; you will be heard of from pole to pole.

It'll build up your business.