Dance off!

When the odious Dr. Smith threw down the challenge for a disco, I only had one question for him: When and Where?

Allegedly, the challenge has been set for Christmas eve, but I can’t wait that long. I’m ready now.

The blood of a competitor burns through my veins. Whether it be a match against an Orwelian Pantherbot, answering the call to become president of the United States, or participating in a dance off. I knew I had to be there and in short order I was. I looked at the DJ and he looked at me and I gave him one of those gunshot points with my index finger. He pointed back with a smile and a nod and he spun the disk.

First, I thought I’d warm up a little. A little disco shuffle here is a great way to start out, but you know I’m about to kick it up the proverbial notch.


And here it is. I know, the lights and the movement is almost hypnotic, isn’t it? If it wasn’t me doing it, I know I’d be hypnotized.


Now for something a little more up my alley, the moonwalk!



OK, OK, I know that’s not a real moonwalk. This is a real moonwalk!


That has got to be the most presidential looking moonwalk that I have ever done.

This just shows you, ladies and gentlemen of this great nation that I am a man of action. While my opponents may want to talk about the issues, talk about making America a better place, or talk about dancing, I’m the one out there doing it.

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