ITP: LET'S DANCING LOVE

[nutsaflame]

[The tables have been pushed up against the walls of the Mess Hall. Inside the lights are dimmed, and the Monster Mash is playing. A blue-haired fellow seems to be gyrating in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, surrounded by zombies who are trying to mimic his hip movements. The end result is that the zombies usually break in half

Comments

[nutsaflame]

You look like a man who knows how to dance.

[nutsaflame]

Well that's OK. I can teach you.

[bakibakibaki]

. . . what is it that you're doing?

[nutsaflame]

Dancing.

[bakibakibaki]

Is that really dancing?

[nutsaflame]

What else could it be?

[thepiltdownman]

I'm pretty sure the ladies won't want a zombie, dancing or not.

[nutsaflame]

What about the lady zombies?

[thepiltdownman]

Nah, they're more interested in living guys. More brains to gnaw.

[nutsaflame]

Do you have to rain on the poor guy zombies' parade?

[fogeynight]

[this, this is a disapproving stare from the ~darkness~]

[nutsaflame]

[Well hello Mr. Paw Pad]

[fogeynight]

[Well obviously glaring isn't going to get you to understand this annoyance]

It looks like your dancers are only half as skilled as they are whole.

[nutsaflame]

They're trying. That's what counts.

[magicalgenis]

...oh man, he was right.

[magicalgenis]

Emil. He told me yesterday that Decus was here.