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So the ultimate goal of GDBM has long been to make 40 cakes. (That’s as many as four tens.) But in crafting his character, I also made him a Dance Machine. I didn’t think it’d be this significant....
Goddamn has a nice long weekend ahead of him, and he’s doing well enough at work that he can take it slow.
Aaaaand even before breakfast he starts dancing in the dining room.
It’s hard to get the cowl to work without shirts, and I don’t have the knack of modeling, so this will just have to do.
He’s having a great time.
He only takes a break to sit down in the living room and watch the cooking channel.
He also gets culinary credit for making drinks, so he heads to the tiki bar upstairs to drink up.
Tang! Zing! Not bad.
For lunch, how about some...fish?
Yeah, that doesn’t even sound good. He’s gonna need some practice with the fish.
...And that starts with fresh ingredients, right?
He’s actually getting really good at fishing, now, too. He’s a goddamn Renaissance Batman.
Let’s not even question how they know how good of a dancer he is. Or how he got GDBM’s number. Goddamn is now a Spin Master, and the club is congregating. How badly can this go?
The club is out on the pier, and it’s a happenin’ joint tonight. GDBM might not be the most ridiculous person in the place.
He calls the club to “dance together,” and they all start to groove -- and level up their dancing, while they’re at it.
Not the most likely group of club members, but they’re getting into it.
Marcus seems to be a bit confused as to what’s supposed to be happening here.
DANCE SOLO!
Well, he’s got one fan, at least.
Group dancing begins again. GDBM seems to be on his way to becoming alpha dancing bat.
Aaaaaaand thrust! Unf!
DJ Not Daft Punk Whatsoever seems quietly impressed. Hard to tell with that Cobra Commander helmet on, though.
An epiphany can strike at any moment -- in the shower, at work, or even on the dance floor, and it can have a transcendent effect on your soul. Even when that epiphany is simply “BONGOS!”
Also, dudes to the left, what did you think the dress code was, formal paintball?
Getting tired, Goddamn tries his hand at spinning some platters, and guess what? DJ GDBM!
It’s just about closing time, but that matters little to the Spin Masters. They freestyle the rest of the night -- and morning -- away, until the proprietor of Discotheque Pan Europa shoos them out the door and into the night. Er, early morning.
