In a dark, mysterious castle

Michael Flatley's master goes by many names: Beelzebub. Lucifer. Old Scratch. The Beast. Satan. And, occasionally, Dave. But regardless of his title, he is always a being of complete and total evil, one who does not mind striking the odd deal every now and then-- one which exchanges, say, a human soul for the super-swishy powers of glorified tap-dance . . .

Yes, it is a most fiendish plan. The only question that remains is: Will it Work?

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