Conversation · Logic

"Alright!"

You're absolutely beat. Muscles relaxed and feet like noodles underneath.

"I wouldn't go that far..."

"I WOULD."

Is there anything more I can do? I want to break the limit.

The dynamic motion of your flailing body is bordering on the extreme. You're going off the charts...

You feel as if turning on the hyper-drive will be a point of no return. Feels almost melancholy... Are you sure you have the entire posse along for this?

"Together! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Here we go again!!!"

"Hard core fills the air!"

"The sound above my hair!"

"The what now?" The lieutenant suddenly stops. "The sound above your what?"

"Above my hair, man!"

"Okay, this is too imbecilic. Excuse me."

No, wait...

No time to wait!

"Kim, get in here!" (Call for the lieutenant to join you.)

"What's going on here?" The lieutenant looks at you and the speedfreaks grinding around in the church, a group of unhinged lunatics. "Delinquents," he grumbles.

This is clearly a Code 31 emergency.

(Say to yourself.) "On second thought, maybe I don't need to involve the lieutenant in this... pioneering dance-off."

"You TOTALLY do!" Andre waves his hands around his head, perhaps to imply that he's out of his mind...

"I said, get in here and DANCE!"

The lieutenant squeezes the bridge of his nose. The lights reflect off his glasses, giving him the appearance of a surgeon in the middle of a tense procedure...

He's having trouble adjusting to the new reality before him.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" The lieutenant is forced to yell over the futuristic music blasting from the speakers. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU DANCING WITH THAT BROKEN LEG OF YOURS?"

"I'm under cover!"

"Good for you!" He looks around the church hall. "Rock on, then..."

Somehow you manage to hear him sigh.

"We ain't going anywhere before we tear shit up!"

"What?"

"I did say there was an emergency on the dance floor, did I not? The emergency?! NOT ENOUGH KIM!"

"Oh, c'mon..."

Did that just cheer him up a bit? Could be... It feels like the lieutenant cracked a little smile there.

"Okay, okay..." (Leave him be.)

The lieutenant taps his foot and looks at his wristwatch. He doesn't seem pleased with this waste of time.

That's it! Don't let the lieutenant leave without getting his hard core on!

Who's the one in charge? You are!

(Point to the floor.) "ON THE DANCE FLOOR, NOW! Dance or face a disciplinary hearing!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"It's all a joke to you isn't it?! Chain of command -- joke! Future of dance -- joke! Well, no more! Cut a rug, lieutenant!"

"What?" The lieutenant leans closer, unable to make out your words over the pumping beats. "Cut a what?"

"I said: Cut a god damn rug, lieutenant! BOOGIE-WOOGIE!"

"Sheesh, okay..." He backs up with his hands raised in the air, observing the criss-cross of your feet...

"Okay, you psychopath..." He adjusts his spectacles, then pops his collar as high as it will go. "I see what you're doing there. It's jacked-up footwork, plus some... Is that Ubi folk dancing?"

"Nah, it's not Ubi folk, it's hard core!"

"Yeah..." The lieutenant snorts. "Whatever."

"You talk a big talk, lieutenant! Let's see some moves!"

"Oh yeah? I did 15 years in the Juvenile Crime Unit. I can do age-inappropriate."

"Now check this shit out!"

The lieutenant begins to heel-kick the church floor with such intensity, it's reasonable to fear he'll kick a hole right through it, causing the floor to crack and the pillars to collapse, bringing the church roof down on all of you.

It doesn't look like he'd give a shit either.

Part of him is amazed you're both able to just dance after all these horrifying events in Martinaise.

Say nothing, but push the footwork extra hard.

"That all you got? I did 15 years in the Juvenile Crime Unit. I can do age-inappropriate."

"Hard core will never die -- but you will!"

"Hard core, shmard core... I did 15 years in the Juvenile Crime Unit. I can do age-inappropriate."

"I assure you, I am not. Now get your groove on, lieutenant!"

"Get my what on?" The lieutenant leans closer, unable to make out your words over the pumping beats.

"I said: Get your goddamn groove on! BOOGIE-WOOGIE!"

What's harder core than a little bit of...