“What in the…? Larry? Why are you doing the Running Man in the middle of the hallway?”

“Mitch! Thank goodness you’re here. Please, turn off the radio now! PLEASE!”

“And, dude, why are there all these holes in the carpet? It looks it’s been worn down to nothing. And is that… blood? Why are there holes and blood all over the carpet?!”

“I’ll explain later! JUST, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, TURN THAT RADIO OFF!”

“Yeah, sure, but… Wait a second! Are those my shoes? Holy crap, are your feet bleeding all over the Ancient Celtic Dancing Shoes my great-grandfather left me? I thought I told you to stay out of my stuff!”

“I’M SORRY, OKAY?”

“I bet you are. Didn’t I tell you what happens when you put those on? As long as there’s music playing, you can’t stop dancing! Didn’t I warn you?”

“So weak… Can’t stop doing the Frug… Please… the radio…”

“Oh, you mean this radio? The Eton Sound 100 AM/FM Clock Radio? The one you so cleverly hooked up your MP3 player to via the aux port? The one with retro style design and 3” full range speaker that even now causes you to gyrate and shake? The radio with LCD display, basic clock with alarm functions, and memory presets that now causes you to dance to your very doom? Dude, why didn’t you just dance over to the infrared remote control that it came with and shut it off yourself?”

“Lost… remote… help… no more… cabbage patching…”

“YOU LOST THE REMOTE TO MY RADIO, TOO? Jeezum Crow, Larry! When you get back from the hospital, we are having a serious talk about boundaries and the use of my things.”

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