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Squadron Leader Chekhov's bear dance was particularly wicked. The folks from Genuine Fragrance squadron already had a high immunity to it, yet they couldn't withstand those who blindly stirred things up. Before long, the bar was filled with dozens of big bears shaking their heads and wagging their tails, forming a collective dance.
Even the most cringe-inducing dance moves, once joined by a multitude of people, often naturally projected a mysterious force, possessing an amazing infectiousness that attracted even more people to join in.
Intelligence never spreads, only stupidity does, especially after downing a couple of drinks, getting tipsy, and experiencing a collective drop in IQ.
This was probably the pinnacle moment of life, with Squadron Leader Chekhov hopping even more energetically.
For a moment, the bar was a pandemonium of dancing demons, with everyone roaring in unison, "KUMA!"
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