Wonhaak: Hyung got it!!
The next turn is yours.
Jump over the obstacle.
My body thumps along to the bass rhythm.
Where's my girl?
I mean I like the way you move.
Hmph, clear your throat.
Wonhaak: Next turn!
JAM!Try again!
JAM!So lazy(?)
JAM!Killed it!!
My nature, impossible to hide.
You mean change it to fit the ratings?
Beat the floor to the upbeat song.
Do we really need to pay attention to that?
Everybody, get outside!
Clear the onlookers' eyes,
Everyone hands up!
Like a windshield wiper
Wonhaak: Ah ha ah ha ah ha!
No need for balance.
Getting hooked on the rhythm, I stick my tongue out again.
This isn't a challenge, though?
Stretch your body out like you're waking up.
Wonhaak: Jamie? Sandy? Call them all!
Come on over and make a circle.
You're up next!
Champagne in a glass,
A skateboard racing down the road.
Until the sun goes down
Everybody, scream Yeah!!
This time, wrinkle your brow to the beat.
Roll the pronunciation out like you're sleep-talking.
Extend your index finger and point at the six of us.
Then you'll be able to draw a diamond.
"JAM! Ah, still want me to change it to fit the ratings?"
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The writer's dawn rampage(?)
