Dance, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Dance Dance Party Party. Its 7-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no woman has gone before.
Stardate 92430.86: We have again made contact with the alien life forces known as DJs Rapsputin and Disco Biscuit. In a small dance studio on the north side of Chicago, these two ambassadors of dance greeted us warmly, armed only with a playlist of music about space, robots, and space robots. Also whatever those creatures in Labyrinth were. What followed was a joyous celebration replete with animated arm gestures, David Bowie sing-alongs and situationally appropriate pelvic thrusts. It was a strange and wonderful interaction that, should our crew be lucky enough, we hope to repeat at a later Stardate.