WE ARE IN A DANCEHALL IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.  CRICKETS AND STARS DO STILL EXIST IN CASE WE LIVE IN SOME BIG CITY AND MICROWAVE EVERYTHING.  A man wearing a square hat is handed a megaphone by his wife?  Slowly the throb of crickets and stars is magnified until the beer in the glass mugs froths.

“Thank you sister.  The key to dancing is to move everything.  If teeth, eyes and tumors are attached to your body.  Please shake them with vigor.”

Okay…so it was his sister…I thought we looked like they shared blood…or maybe everyone just calls each other by family names around these parts…oh wait…now we dance?  ceremony has begun.  What?  That lady just hovered for 3 seconds.  No kidding.

Fade Out.