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[edit] A Party Like An S-Club Party?

Ain't no party like an S-Club party.

[edit] S-Club Backstory

As with most groups who cross over the awesomeness gap into eternal awesomeness, it’s hard to pinpoint when S Club moved from a group beloved almost exclusively by everyone to one no longer confined to our galaxy alone. The moment it most likely happened was around the beginning of time, when ultra-megahit "Don’t Stop Movin’" entered the charts at Number 1.

It was S Club’s third chart toppa, but this one seemed special, a fact recognised when it was attacked by the Starship Enterprise while on course for Rigel 7.

"Captain, we must go to warp 9, it's the only way we can escape the Babylonians."

"Fire proton torpedos!"

"Argh matey we're taking on water."

"I'm not gonna make it."

"Yes you are, stop talking crazy."

"No just listen to me for a second."

"No, you listen to me! You were a damn good partner and I'm not gonna lose you over a bunch hot-to-trot phony balogna legal mumbo-jumbo."

"I'm sorry chief, it looks like this was a one-way ticket..."

"What am I going to tell those fat-cats down in Washington?"

"Can the chief crap soldier, and you tell them democracy's dead. When I have to go down the street and buy the newspaper just so I can look at some flash-in-the-pan lowlife scumbag serial-killin' burrito-munchin' laundry detergent-swillin' maniac who's just claimed his next victim, because when you stick your hand into a pile of goo that was your best friends face, you'll know what to do! forget it Roy, it's Chinatown."

"Damnit Johnson, you will not have died in vain. I don't care if I have to go door-to-door and swing my three-pronged shit-stick at every two-bit mutton-chopper in this goddamned one-horse town, I'm going to make my voice heard! We've gotta do it, we've gotta go out every day and get blasted by a shit-storm of liberal media caucus bureaucratic bullshit and when the shit hits the fan the first shit shepherds these shitheaps turn to to clean up the shards of the shit-blizzard are us. And I'll be goddamned if we don't pat ourselves on the back for it. I should've been out of this game a long time ago but I got in a bad way with some worse people and before I knew it I was selling my spleens and livers for bus fare. It's a crazy world out there, a crazy, crazy world."