~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Feeling a lot more confident now, Jory once again began the dance procedure. He was tired of the dancing ad wished the shirt would just dance already.
HOP.CLAP. WIGGLE. KICK.Shuffle!pointing! "Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee!"
Tap!Ball. Swing. "Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee!"
Step and slide! "Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee!"
Pivot & power fist! "Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee!"
The shirt started to move again. Both of the sleeves at first, but then, it started to rise off of the floor. "Keep going,'' the badger muttered. Only half of the shirt rose though while the other half remained on the floor. But the first half was rocking slowly back and forth as if it were doing a slow dance.
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