Even though it’s the only one of the disco songs that ever really worked, some are snobbish about Shakedown. These people deserve to be dorm-mates with the Monkeys of Time!, a group of chimps (fuck you, LaMarck) with access to time teleportation technology, but absolutely no concept of the ramifications of their actions, primarily because they are monkeys (Fuck you, apes: you’re all monkeys to me.) Continuity is loosed free from its moorings. And its Mormons. Shit gets fucked up, chronometrically speaking, is what I’m getting at.
DON’T GIVE MONKEYS TIME MACHINES!