Music in the labs was always an issue. The lab-rat's tastes ran widely, from Greg's death metal to Bobby's passion for jazz and blues. Then there was the problem of volume; if the music was judged by consensus as "good" then the music was no doubt too quiet to be heard. And, of course, Greg's music - hated by just about everyone - was played deafeningly, which led to the Great Lab War of '02. There were many casualties amongst the Marilyn Manson CD's.

Eventually a truce was reached and a peace agreement signed (at threat-of-no-coffee-point in Greg's case). Each technician would bring in one CD a week and they would play one a day all week. The volume level was based on how much noise Archie could put up with in his lab before it started to interfere with his concentration and instruments.

It had been three months since that fateful day (night?) when Black Flag and Blue Hawaiian were held hostage in the ballistics lab, and so far there had only been one complaint about the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins, which had been on Archie's contribution one night ("But it's Spock! Singing!") Then one night, a night that will go down in infamy, came a dreadful incident and ever afterwards there was a new clause in the treaty.

It was Ronnie's music night and he had bought in one of his Rat Pack collection. Currently he was taking part in an impromptu meeting of technicians and CSI's as they exchanged test results and theories.

Warrick watched with growing dismay as an argument broke out over Bobby's use of an analogy, which, apparently, was not appropriate in these circumstances because it was night-time. "As honest as the day is long" can only be used during the daytime. Who knew? Warrick had worked hard on being cool and as such couldn't afford to do something as un-cool as fleeing from these crazy, crazy people. Cool people didn't flee, they... sauntered. Yeah.

Suddenly the music changed to Frank Sinatra's "Fly me to the moon."
"Oh man! I love this song!" Ronnie exclaimed and began Dad Dancing. You know what I'm talking about. The most potent weapon against children everywhere, Dad Dancing has the amazing ability to be absolutely mortifying whilst leaving the Dancer unaware that he is humiliating himself. It is instantly and utterly embarrassing to all who should behold it.

Archie squeaked and covered his eyes, but the others could not help but watch as the QD technician shook his thang in a most unwise manner. Jacqui found her voice at last, although faintly.
"I think we're going to have to modify the peace treaty."
"Yeah," Bobby concurred, "Under no circumstances are parties allowed to dance to the music played."

This pronouncement was met with agreement from all, except for Ronnie - who had changed from Saturday Night Fever to the Funky Chicken - and Warrick, who wasn't fleeing the scene, he wasn't. He was... sauntering away. At speed.

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