Yea though he had danced on the one with the rhythm of the Flashlight, Sir Nose remained De Void of funk. Now, aligned with the Bumpnoxious Rumpofsteelskin, this dull duo from the zone of zero funkativity once again attempts to syndromize the Planet, for in the face of the fury of funk they remain cool.

Seeing so it be, Funkenstein renders Starchild this decree: Gather the baddest Master Funkers from throughout the Galaxy. We shall dance down Bimini Road to the Emerald City and do the Underwater Boogie until we get off at the funktion... Hark and Mark forward: Be ye aware of the Motor-Booty... go wiggle.

1.
"Without dance there is no love
Without love there is no passion
Without passion there are no humans"

2.
"Music happens to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub"

3.
"Oh, speaking of the Zone of Zero Funkativity
Better known as the Nose Zone
Has anybody seen ol' Smell-o-vision?
Where is Sir Nose'd?
If why'all see Sir Nose
Tell him Starchild said:
'Ho! Put that snoot to use you mother!
'Cause you will dance, sucker'"