"Tch. And here I was planning on doing the wiggle, the twist, and the electric slide. Mid-air, over an alien wasteland."

He tried his best to keep still though. Successful armpitting depended just as much on the person being carried as it did on the flier.

"That's always been my dream, to perform the great dances of Earth history for the masses of probably-cannibalistic wasteland wanderers. I was always destined for greatness."