Here's a thought that popped into Chi's head whilst he was writing:
(To be read a la Jerry Seinfeld)
I cannot dance for the life of me, and I mean this literally. The
saddest thing about it is that if some random street-tough were to come
up to me, press a gun to my head, and say, “Dance, or I will shoot you
in the testicles,” after many hours of delicate surgery, I would be able
to talk like Michael Jackson, yet still wouldn’t be able to dance like
him.