We aren't forming massive conga lines... The truth is far more sinister.
We're tracing Ley-lines in unison in an effort to combine our power, and annihilate all life less adorable than we are.
Fortunately for you folks, some easily distracted jerk always panics, interrupts the casting, then it's just like a contagious Yawn, and soon everyone is dancing, waving, running in random circles in various modes of undress...
Then it's time for Snacks... One cannot bring about any sort of apocalypse on an empty stomach.
What were we talking about again?
Edited, Jun 20th 2013 9:34pm by OtosanOokami