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Riverdance

Riverdance was in full swing, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to millions, as he had always dreamed of being. No, try again.

Riverdance was in full swing, and Michael Flaherty was coming close to rivalling Elvis in stature. Still wrong.

Riverdance was fast growing eternal, and the Michael, as he was starting to call himself, had far eclipsed any before him. There was talk of nominating him for the Presidency - after all, if an actor had done it, why not a dancer? - but no one wanted to chance the ridicule that was sure to come of it. Try back two.

Riverdance had so become a part of life that you couldn't go anywhere without seeing signs of it - kids trying new moves, advertising featuring even one of the group. Michael Flaherty himself was considered a shoe-in for the White House. Backtrack some, and try up a notch.

Riverdance was dead, a total flash-in-the-pan, and a good thing too, if you ask me. That one guy, Flaherty? I think he's trying to start a rock band. We want a little more. Add in a couple more steps, and make sure not to let go of the dial this time.

The Dancing Of The River was the state religion. Praise Michael! I said _not_ to let go of the dial! Carefully. Easy does it. A light hand. Remember, it's more important to do it right than it is to do it quickly.

Rivendance was in full swing, and Michael Elrond was an idol to millions, as he'd always dreamed of being. I think you added in a tad too much, there. Let me take over for you. We could get totally lost if we go too wrong.

Riverdance was replacing swing, and Michael Flaherty was said to be thinking of starting his own group. We could be wandering in and out and around forever, with a Cult of the Two Rivers Dancing here, and a eMichael eFlaherty riding the eLectronic eWaves there.

Riverdance was in full swong, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to billions, as he'd always dreamed of being. But you see how it's done? A very light hand, being careful not to change things too much, too soon. After all, fun's fun, but we do want to get back home sometime.

Riverdance was quavering swang, and Michael the 4th ate tulips on the atom bulb. I saw you! Look, this is serious business. It is fun, but we do get paid for it, assuming we get any kind of harvest at all. Don't you think that's worth holding off on the screwing around?

Riverdance squealed and squoled surriptitiously, and That Guttertramp Michael Flattery beamed downwards at his arm-puddle. I told you to quit it! I need to concentrate.

Riverdance was indian swings, and Michael Floetry was a teen idol, as he had always dreamed of being.

Riverdance was swinging, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to billions, as he had never thought he'd be.

Riverdance was in full swing, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to billions, as he'd always dreamed of being. There. That's got it. Get 'em, willya?

Riverdance was in full swing, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to , as he'd always dreamed of being. Great. Another few loads like this, and we can take a while off, maybe a Sabbatical, right? Could be we'll hit the motherload, someday. Jerry saw it once, he said. Yeah, he lies, but that's what he said.

Riverdance was in full swing, and Michael Flaherty was an idol to , as he'd always dreamed of being. Let's get back. Okay?