Problem is, my white ass can't dance! So long have I waited here for two dancing fools I can sacrifice to my dark disco-gods in exchange for moxious moves! And now two likely candidates have finally showed up! HA HA HA!		By Michelle Pfeiffer’s sainted molars, Bento! Looks like we’re gonna to have to out-dance this no-rhythm aryan honky if we want to get out of here alive and help the allied troops win their war on disco!
	That’s all well and good, Starchky, but I don’t think we’re ever gonna be able to finish this story at all.		Really? Why not?

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