To Reno's complete and utter horror, Bertha started singing along with the bald man.

"It's astounding..."

Then she stood up. And started dancing.

"Time is... Fleeting!"

Hauling Reno to his feet, she carried on singing with the madman.

"Madness... Takes its... Toll!"

Reno could only stand and watch helplessly as she continued to dance around him, hauling the other rookies to their feet as she circled him.

"But listen closely..."

"But for how much longer?" Reno cried, unintentionally in time with the madwoman.

"I've got to... Take control..."

The entire room froze, and looked at Bertha. Was this some form of power play, was she trying to rule the rookies?

"I remember... Doing the Time Warp..."

It was good to know, decided Reno, that he wasn't the only one who didn't have a clue what was going on.

"Drinking those moments with..."

2 shots of vodka and a few mouthfuls of absinthe sounded good to Reno.

"The blackness within me, and the void would be calling..."

Something was calling Reno, something loud and persistent. And it certainly wasn't any void.

"LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!"

Hampered by the beanbags, the rookies attempted to follow the crazy instructions issued by the insane film.

"It's just a jump to the left!"

Kat tripped over a beanbag.

"And then a step to the right..."

Shruiken joined him on the floor. The pair of them huddled together, trying to avoid being trodden on as everyone else fought to stay on their feet.

"You put your hands on your hips..."

A simple enough instruction.

"And bend your knees in..."

Time? Tight? Neither seemed quite right, and neither actually seemed feasible when standing on a beanbag pile trying to stay vertical, but there was alcohol at the end of this madness. Reno was damned if he wasn't going to try.

Then Bertha turned to him, with a glint in her eyes, and he wished he'd tripped over at the beginning.

"But it's the pelvic thrust-"

Reno blinked. She wanted him to what?

"That really drives you insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane!"

That wasn't the only insane thing in the building tonight. Reno decided to end it, and quickly.

Watching from the balcony above, Veld and Tseng shook their heads in disbelief. In almost perfect timing with the song, Reno had proceeded to leap onto everyone and squish them into a beanbag, leaving them flailing on the ground as he ricocheted from person to person. The flailing turned into dancing, as each rookie realised the advantages of remaining seated while dancing to the song – most notably, they couldn't trip over anything if they were already on the floor.

"Shall we remind them of appropriate use of company resources and time, sir?" Tseng asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

Veld tore his gaze away from the frolicking rookies.

"Not tonight, Tseng. I think, this once, we'll let them have their fun."

"Sir?"

"Schedule an early morning training mission. They need to learn that Turk business will not stop just because they're tired and hung over."

Tseng looked longingly back at the group, laughing and swiping at each other as their limbs clashed and flailed. He sighed.

"Yes, sir."