Every man has a hobby. Some men fish. Other guys prefer to read comic books or play video games. Not this guy. He would much rather dance. The rhythm crept up into his soul and took control of his brainstem. He no longer has control of it. He dances and dances. His insatiable craving to not only dance forever… but to teach the world the joy of his dance fuels his endless quest.
He cuts a mean rug and it makes you wish you could pay him to jump out of nowhere and begin dancing during really depressing or inappropriate times. Dance on dancing man… dance on. (Holds up lit lighter.)