Please Forgive Me, God Of Cool

I'm supposed to be translating 75 slides while simultaneously trying to get ready for the 45 minute talkathon I'm doing after lunch, but it's IMPOSSIBLE to do anything even remotely serious when I have this guy in my head. I'm playing keyboard on my computer. I'm sitting down-dancing. I'm singing. I'm getting things thrown at my head and will have to stop.

But just LISTEN do this. It's so good you'll be shaking that moneymaker in no time.

Leo thinks I'm a disgrace. Sitting-down dancing is just about the non-coolest thing in the world. Even in Leo's universe.