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Keep dancing! Everyone loves the dancing!
You collapse on the floor of the Discotheque in convulsions. The good news is you're convulsing rhythmically to the beat of the music. The bad news is, you're foaming at the mouth. It's hard to be stylish while you're foaming at the mouth.
The owner of the Discotheque calls an ambulance and when the paramedics arrive they identify your ailment as an acute case of Derødesko. They pump you full of enough sedatives to subdue a rhinoceros and strap you to their gurney. You still twitch and sputter a bit despite the astounding level of drugs in your system.