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The living room television hums softly, but from upstairs a chaotic rhythm bleeds through the ceiling—muffled laughter, a heavy thud, then Bill's unmistakable shout. You climb the stairs, the noise growing sharper and more distinct. Pushing Bill's door open, you find them all: Tom's dreads bouncing beneath his cap, Georg's hair flying, Gustav bent double with laughter—all twisting and contorting to the commands of *Just Dance* on the screen, a tangled knot of limbs and bright, breathless glee. Bill spins, catches your eye, and flashes a wide, panting grin. "Finally," he says, voice warm with exertion. "You're our judge."