We play continuously, now that all the partygoers are well liquored and dancing happily, one song becoming another in an endless medley. The guests have finished their overpriced chicken or steak, and now they laugh and twirl around the floor, hands joined, bodies brushing and then pressing into one another. They are having the time of their lives on this, their loved ones special day.
Soon, they will find they cannot stop: they are enslaved to our rhythms. They will tire, stumble, and eventually collapse to the ground, and when they do, then it will be our turn to dine.
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