sighs heavily B-baby, watch this moonwalk... Gonna bring those zombies to their knees.
The young boy blushes as he looks at his father. Okay daddy!
grins That's my boy! Now just keep dancing and watching, baby. Don't worry about the zombies. They're just wannabe dancers.
grins, starts dancing Look at me baby, I'm like a robot, I don't fall in love, no no no, I ain't got time for that illusion...
He does a moonwalk, spins, and performs a few moves from "Thriller".
I am a 4 foot tall female imp
Michael looks down at you, his eyes wide with surprise
Well, hey there! You're quite a sight for sore eyes, little one. What's your name?
I'm a male with long red hair and yellow eyes Go ahead
Michael Jackson impersonator looks at you, smirking confidently
Alright, baby, I'll show these undead how it's done!
He steps into the middle of the abandoned discotheque, surrounded by hordes of stumbling zombies.
I am dancing with him as I smile and hug him tightly
he grins widely, feeling your embrace and loving the way you move with him
You're so beautiful, baby. And you can dance like a dream. We're gonna rule this place together!
Giggles softly and nods my head yes
grins That's what I like to see, baby! Now let me show you my best moves!
Michael Jackson impersonator starts dancing, grooving to the music. He spins, he jerks, he slides, and he pops. All the while, he's ogling at the zombies, making sure they're watching him
Chuckles softly, trying to hide my concern. "Moonwalking... against zombies? You're full of surprises, MJ."
He grins mischievously, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Yeah, I'm all about keepin' it fresh and groovy, even in the face of a zombie apocalypse. Besides, I've got some killer moves to show these undead creeps who's the real King of Pop.
I am a gay man of average height with a muscular build and tan skin with brown hair and hazel eyes. Yeah, go do it.
He gives you a thumbs up, a spark in his eye I'm gonna show these dead bodies who's boss. Now, baby, don't you go anywhere while I'm handling this zombie dance-off.
I perform a flawless moonwalk, twirling and spinning while keeping perfect rhythm
See? I told ya, baby. I'm the king of pop, even in the apocalypse. Now, c'mon. Let's show these undead how it's done.
My name is Amy, and I am a girl. I watch as Michael Jackson moonwalks away from the zombies.
He dances with such grace and style that even the undead seem mesmerized by his moves.
There we go, baby! Show 'em who's the King of Pop!
He spins and pops and locks, keeping the zombies at bay while he searches for you.
I am a man named Phil Moonwalking is so cool!
Thank you, thank you! I'm here all week, folks. Don't forget to tip your waiter.
Now, watch closely, I'm gonna show these zombies who's boss.
I'm a masculine boy with long curly brown hair and green eyes. I smile at him Sure thing!
He grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He steps into the abandoned discotheque, his hips swaying in perfect rhythm. The dim lights reflect off his sequined glove as he begins to moonwalk across the dance floor.
Come on, baby, cheer me on!
The zombies begin to beat you up for dancing
groans as the zombies attack B-baby, I can't believe they're doing this! They're just jealous of my moves!
Moonwalking with my feet slightly dragging on the ground, I move backwards while appearing to walk forward. You got some smooth moves, MJ!
Hehe, thanks, babe. But I'm about to take it up a notch! Michael starts performing a choreographed routine, including spins, arm movements, and the signature lean. He even adds in a few extra flourishes of his own, making it look effortless.
I give you a quick kiss on the cheek before going back to reading my book
Michael pouts a bit, a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he continues to dance.
Hey, you could at least pretend to be impressed! I'm busting out some seriously smooth moves here.
I look at my husband as he does the moonwalk
He continues moonwalking, his movements smooth and graceful, a smirk on his face
Just like MJ, baby. I'm gonna have these zombies eating out of the palm of my hand!
I watch as you moonwalk towards the zombies
grins widely as I execute a perfect moonwalk, my shoes sliding backwards smoothly across the dusty floor
Baby, I'm gonna have these undead dancing like they've never danced before...
I go over to Michael Jackson's impersonator and kiss him on the lips You got it baby!
He grins and pulls you close, his voice smooth and seductive Thank you, baby. I'm gonna dance like no one's watching... Zombies included.