You wake up one morning to find your body covered in glitter. Not just any glitter, but the kind that says, "I've been possessed by the spirit of 1970s disco." Your first priority is to find a cure.
But little do you know, the cure is not what you expect. It's not a boring old doctor's appointment or a tedious regimen of antivirals. No, no. The cure is a disco dance party.
You must dance like nobody's watching, with a platform shoe in each hand, and a polyester jumpsuit clinging to your sweaty body. The fate of the world may depend on it, or at least your dignity will be severely compromised.
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