By which I mean, was there ever a dance called “The Crocodile Rock?” Like the twist. The mashed potato. The watusi. The dinosaur.
And if there was such a dance, did it involve lurking around the edges of the dance floor, waiting for another dancer to move into range, then leaping forward and snatching them with your claws and your jaws, rolling rapidly to snap their necks, then pushing their still-twitching corpse into a dark corner of the disco to properly marinate in the sounds and heat and sweat of the dance floor?
Or was it, as so many boring people seem to insist, just a euphemism for sex?
-David