At the Frankenstein Castle, a selection of Transylvanian techno songs blasted behind a closed door. Much to the chagrin of Riff-Raff, who was watching a movie made on Earth - the planet the Queen had sent them to. He was out of his hunchback disguise, and flopped on a couch in a housecoat.
Riff pulled away from his movie, and went to track down the source of the noise. It was only 4 doors away.
Riff banged on the door repeatedly, to no avail. "Open the door!"
He grew impatient and finally threw the door open. It was Rocky, twirling around a pole and seemingly unaware of Riff's presence. Riff yanked the stereo's plug out of the socket, and the creation tumbled to the floor.
"Hey, I'm teaching myself to dance here!" He threw his hands in the air.
"You, teaching yourself to dance? You still can't figure out how to cook popcorn in the microwave."
"What does that have to do with anything? You'll find anything to undermine everything I try to do, won't you?"
"Letting you master the English language was a huge mistake. I liked you much better when you used to run off like a jittery cat."
"You are a complete twit, don't ever forget that." Rocky closed the door in Riff's fuming face before he could respond.
"Now, where was I?" Rocky leaned a chair up against the door knob, and hooked the stereo back in.