Doghead's Cosmic Bar

It involves some centrifugal force, that's for sure. Sort of like jitterbug. Whee!

*Doing best Barry Bostwick impression*
Hey, anyone here know how to Madison?

If I drink enough of this chocolate, I can dance anything!

I take you up on that one corwin

You mean Wisconsin?

It's time to bring back the lambada! *leaps to feet. Gets smacked by a drifitng marshmallow. reconsiders.*

Swing, Madison, Lambada! If everyone is doing a different type of dance, won't we bump into each other? Anyone care to frug, shimmy, or monkey?

You forgot shag! Sorry, I couldn't resist.....

Hey fab, "tis naught as queer as folk", eh?

*chugs a swivel* looks like that extra hint of tequila did the trick!

I don't talk or breath out of my primary intake orifice; I have holes located throughout my thorax that work kind of like spiracles, and there are big concentrations of them where my ribcage would be if I had a ribcage, covered by a thick membrane -- look, biology isn't my strong point, okay?