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Dear JM Robin:
Okay, thou evil incarnate, let's dance! *Tango music begins to play*
"Thou gleeking flap-mouthed foot-licker!" Roseidous mutters under his breath. He plasters on a fake grin, and extends his hand. JM Robin takes the offer, eyeing him deviously.
"Good morrow, fine sir." She says politely, as sweetly as honey from a wasp. "Shall we dance?"
Their hands clasp together tightly, eyes locked. Their feet begin to stir in unison, to the passionate beat of the music. They march to the right, bodies pressed close, right arms extended in the direction of movement. They mirror each other's movements, strutting to the left, then the right again in the dance known as the Tango.
To outside observers, it would seem that two humans were dancing, but nay, they would be wrong. The two were wolves in sheep's clothing; twin cannibalistic snakes, waiting for the other to show a sign of weakness, so it may strike, and engulf the other whole.
"Pray, what does thou mean when thou utters 'Robin?'" Roseidous asks, twirling JM Robin, the dance intensifying.
She laughs devilishly as she is snapped back into his arms, her back to him now, arms crisscrossed yet still gripped to his. Roseidous twirls her again, and leans her back, all in the dance of the Tango.
"Why do thou laugh at thee?" Roseidous asks, as civilly as he can manage.
JM Robin snickers, "Art thou that much of a jaded clay-brained malt-worm?"
"Thou jarring guts-griping harpy!" Roseidous hisses. "Thou villainous full-gorged canker-blossom! Thou dare attempt to sling insults at thee?! Nay! I will not have it! Fare-thee-well!"
"Do thou oft run off like a dankish sour-faced waterfly in the face of challenge?" JM Robin teases, churning Roseidous' blood.
"Thou infectious earth-vexing bugbear! We shall continue..."
As Roseidous leans JM Robin back once more, he imagines simply letting go...and does.
"Ow! What is the meaning of this?!" JM Robin demands.
"Can thou not support thyself, thou reeky toad-spotted flax-wench?"
"Enow, thou peevish lily-livered snipe! Thou shalt- wait a minute, why the heck are we talking like this?"
Suddenly, as if from a dream, Roseidous realizes the same thing.
"I- I have no idea."
Suddenly, the music changes from the Tango to some sort of Irish Set dance music. Their legs cannot help but move! Boom! Boom! Boom! Hop! Hop! Hop! The dance is exhausting! The music changes again, this time to...Polka!
"Ahhh! Make it stop, make it stop!" they both scream and plea in unison.
"It must be the DJ..." Roseidous suggests, gasping for breath.
"Who is the DJ anyway?" JM Robin inquires, equally worn-out.
Up in a booth above the spacious dance floor, an expensive executive leather chair squeaks as it slowly turns around to reveal the DJ.
"It's...it's..." JM Robin anxiously speculates. "Oh. My. GAWD! It's a monkey!"
"Jumping Monkeys, Robin!" Roseidous yelps.
"That's right!" the monkey says sinisterly. "And if you want the music to stop, I demand..." it lifts its hand up towards its mouth, pinky extended, "...one million dollars! Mwahahahahaha!"
Sincerely,
Roseidous
"By the questions we pose,
Ourselves we deceive;
So limited in thought
By what we choose to perceive."
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