From the diary of Smeagaled, a long time ago (some will recognize where this is stolen from):
Recently one of my friends, a dancing wizard, paid me a visit. As we were talking I mentioned that I had recently got very interested in WCS, and had bought a load of instructional DVDs. I told him how happy I was with this new dance and showed him the DVDs.
To my astonishment and distress he threw them into my micro-wave oven and turned it on. I was upset because the DVDs had become precious to me, but he said: 'Do not worry, they are unharmed.' After a few minutes he took the DVDs out, gave them to me and said: 'Take a close look at them.' To my surprise the DVDs were quite cold and it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than before. At first I could not see anything, but on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription, in lines finer than anything I have ever seen before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth:
1&a2&a3&aWhip&aunit&aCPB&apulse&acriticaltiming&ar ollingcount&a3toebase
"I cannot understand the fiery letters", I said, in a quavering voice.
"No," he said, "but I can. The letters are Skippy, of an ancient mode, but the language is a dwarfish version of Hawt which I will not utter here. But in English, this is what it says"
One dance to rule them all, one dance to find them,
One dance to show them all and in the corners bind them
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