The ol’ demo. Nobody likes to do it– nobody normal, at least. But every blue moon, you get called to the front of the stage and you gotta shake that money-maker. You gotta dance, monkey, dance!

After all, these schools don’t pay you to teach. They pay you to be white, and young, and energetic. They pay you for your profitability, your ability to be sold to the public. You’re a gimmick, a marketing tool.

And if Ramses doesn’t like you, you’re in trouble.

So dance, monkey, dance!