The Festivities Continue

Gashi soshite aisatsu! Well, it's day two of the party because I couldn't get anyone to leave, and the house is jumping! (Wait, wait, wait.) Is there a problem, Takusan? (Two problems. First of all, I can't believe you just used the term "the house is jumping". That sounds like something you would roll your eyes at me for. Second, the party started on Wednesday and it is now Friday, so how can this possibly be day two of the party?) Okay, in response to your first comment, I apologize. I have no idea how that phrase weasled its way into my vocabulary. As for the second, there was a lapse in the time-space continuum. (A what in the what?) Don't ask. Anyway, I had a bit of trouble finding room for everyone last night. Vinny and the boys slept on cots out on the porch. (At least it's an enclosed porch.) Hai. We had to keep Touzoku and Kumori tied to the chairs in the living room overnight, and Bob the friendly police escort took the couch, which is conveniently located between the chairs and the porch. (Amarini's still in her sleeping bag next to Sasori's bed.) Don't remind me. She looks all cute and giggly when she's awake, but at night she snores like a hibernating grizzly. *Huff* I, like, totally heard that! Hey, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake. Sleeping Beauty? Aw, that's so nice, Sasori! ...Sure, let's go with that. (Where's Roland?) Present and accounted for, Mr. Kangae. Where were you? Nobody could find you last night! I slept on the roof, Ma'am. The roof? Why? It pains me to say so, Miss Katana, but as a loyal citizen to the great country of Canada, I simply cannot bring myself to spend the night under a roof adorned with the American flag. Therefore, I opted to sleep over the roof. (Okay, that's just weird.) I'm patriotic. Sue me. *Ding-dong* Was that the doorbell? (It would seem so, Miss Katana. Allow me to open the door.) I don't think so, buddy. Let me get that. *Click* Hello sir, how may I help you? Uh...is Takusan here? (Benji? Is that you?) Sure is. What up, bro? (Oh man, I haven’t seen you for ages! How’s Steve?) Okay, what’s going on here? (Sasori, this is my old pal Benji. He’s Steve Halloway’s muse.) Who? (You know, Steve. The guy who does the velvet clown paintings. He was mentioned in The Interview: Continued.) Oh! Right, I’d forgotten all about that. It’s nice to meet you, Benji. Right back at you. Whoa! Who’s the chick tied to the chair? Hmm? Oh, that’s Kumori Shuga. Wow. What a babe. …I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Can I go talk to her? (Knock yourself out, but don’t say nobody warned you.) Hey, get back here with that radio! (Huh? AHH! Um…oops.) What just happened? I do believe that man was trying to steal your radio, Miss Katana. TOUZOKU! (Sumimasen! Uh, well, on the bright side, it turned on when I dropped it.) (Hey, this is my favorite song, boss!) (Tony, you do realize that the name of this song happens to be Oops I Did It Again, correct?) Okay, I’m changing the station. Aha! Now this is music! Boyfriend by Ashlee Simpson! Ooo, I love this song! Dance with me, Takky! (Oh, I don’t know…maybe I’ll sit this one out–whoa! Hey, let go of my arm!) No *giggle*. Go ahead and dance, Takusan. What can it hurt? (Well…if you say so.) *Room falls silent. Everyone stares.* (What?) Takusan…I’m shocked. I mean really, seriously shocked. (How come?) I have never seen anyone dance that badly in my life. (Hey! What, like you can do better?) No offense, man, but a three-legged chipmunk with a hernia can dance better than that. Oh, would you all, like, give him a break? I think it’s cute! *Giggle* (Y-you do? Really?) Moving on! Yeesh. Hey, stop untying Kumori! She's dangerous! (Huh? Oh, I was just trying to steal the rope.) Free at last! Thanks, darling. I owe you one. (All I wanted was the rope...) Hey, now that you're not strapped to a chair...wanna dance? How nice of you to ask! I'd love to! I don't know, Tak. She doesn't seem that bad to me. (That's just because you don't work with her.) Why are there public displays of affection in my blog? This is so wrong. (Not compared to that.) What are you talking about, Joey? (Tony dancing.) Gah! Okay, stop! What are you doing?! (Dancing, just like Joey said.) Well, cut it out. You're almost as bad as Takusan. (I heard that!) (Seriously, Tony. You might want to knock it off before the boss sees you.) (Before I see what, Frankie? Gah!) (Hey, I tried to warn him...) This is weird beyond all reason. You said it, Ted. I'm getting out of here before Roland starts taking notes on American dances. Sayonara!

Aikou kara Sasori! What do you call that last step, Mr Kangae?