*he kicks his legs out straight, one crossed over the other as he folds his hands behind his head with a smile* of course I do! There’s a large organized dance-off I wasn’t invited to and these are the losers! *he motions to them* see the sad faces? The sunken cheeks and tired demeanors? *he nods, wagging a finger at you* ol’ Thrixel has been in enough dance battles to know exhausted dance fatigue when he sees it. 

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