Doghead's Cosmic Bar

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?

How about now?

Grrr very grrr, baby! Butterfly Dream, you're a bit of alright, you are!

I was talking about dancing! What were YOU talking about? 0:-)

Whatever fits your meaning, baby. Let's dance!

Whee! You're a good dancer!

That poor DJ, trying to keep up with all of us.....

You're a smashing dancer yourself! I could tell that you were hip and 'with it' the minute I saw you dance. You move and groove. Now squares, on the other hand, just sway left and right and never move their feet!

*starts doing the polka*

*downs chocolate marshmallow elixir* Let's try the lambada one more time!