Yeah! Dance, with your painis! Dance with your painis! Dance! Everybody now! Dance with your painis! Dance with your painis! Dance dance dance! Like you mean it. It's a painis!
I want this to be the last surviving testament to the human race. When the sentient octopi finally rise to dominate the charred husk we left behind, and they begin excavating our ruins to see what we lived like, this is what they must find.