This Is All I Have to Say About Request Challenge 4

Now is an opportune time to write about this because directly across my apartment, in front of the stove, Brad is reinacting Thriller.

I say "stop the Thriller."

He immediately ceases performing the Zombie-MJ-patended-lunge-to-the-side-and-shimmy-up, cocks his head to the side, and looks at me like I am crazy.

"Whaaaaat," he says, "are you talking about?"