As Usual like every night, Ialgo was slouching at the same bar tamborete, fezes he sat at every night at Gaston’s House in the mist of cranky legs, loud slurring voices or the wasted men, and the smell of beer, rum, whisky and tequila. He felt tired and bored, “Tonight is just like any other night at this bar”, he thought to himself. That night was actually different than the other visits Ialgo had made in the past. Just before Ialgo made his mind to leave and go back home, Gaston made an announcement. “Gentlemen”, Gaston proudly shouted, “I have a treat for all of who is here, an addition to my lovely início and pub”. Ialgo became exited, there had not been an add on to the pub since 2004 which was an arcade like motorcycle game that was taken out just four nights after it was introduced. Hades, one of the regular pub attendees, caught it on fogo since he became stressed out por loosing so much. “As many of you remember the accident we had several years atrás por someone here with our last addition, I still felt this place was still too dull without an arcade game. I want to bring some life into this atmosphere, activity other than my many drunken peers trying to walk on the ceilings so they could possibly arrive to Hamburger Castle. I want action that did not come from a bottle, but from just plain interest.” Gaston walked over to the same location the motorcycle game was. He snapped his large fingers and something rose from the ground that had a dark green sheet over it. It looked square like but seemed to have a gap like view from the middle of it. “Everyone”, Gaston gracefully belted, “I give you”. He tugged the sheet off and out of nowhere, a sound much like God’s voice called out, “Dance Dance Revolution”. It was an arcade edition of a DDR machine. It was shiny, bright, and new. It included two dance boards so two people could be able to dual a dance match together. Behind them were two metal bars for each board so no one would fall off while dancing. In front of everything was a large HD screen that presented the progress you had made while dancing. Ialgo had never seen a DDR machine in real life before, this absolutely amazed him. Not too long after the presentation, a streaming long line of men and other pub attendees came upon to play the wonderful game. Ialgo being his slow reactive self missed the chance to not be in the back of the line and stayed at the pub just so he could play DDR. He had to stay in line turn after turn which took three hours till his time got por for his chance. When it was his turn, he unintentionally checked his cell phone and saw that the time at that moment was way past his curfew. He had arrived início late many times in the past but that was the problem. He had been late too many times. He hates having to deal with Jafar and explaining why he was late, which is mostly because he was too drunk to fly início or fell asleep at his bar tamborete, fezes for drinking so much. The good thing is was that Ialgo was creative with his excuses and each one was different from the other. He immediately zammed out and crashed a hole the same shape his body was in a mural of the pub. While he flew início he thought about how the game did not have such a long line in front of it and he would have been able to play. Then he had an idea. Why would he have to wait such a long time to play only a single song when he could have his own DDR machine at home? He agreed to it and continued on flying. When Ialgo arrived to Agrabah, his stomach felt weak. He did not want to listen to Jafar’s lecture while his was still in a good mood and had a great plan. As he entered the palace, of course Jafar was there shouting, “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN”. Ialgo ignored him and flew strait to his room. He hid deep in an old caged that was toppled over large amounts of useless lixo in his closet. He got out his laptop and in less than 30 minutes, Ialgo bought a DDR machine of his own from Craigslist. Right when he squirmed his way out of the mountain of unused things, Ialgo was nose to nose with Jafar. He was in deep cold water now. Ialgo explained a true like lie to Jafar and as usual, got away with it. Ialgo felt a large relife slop off his back and went to bed.