You’re just dancing to music in your room one day when you attempt to do the moonwalk. You fail miserably and laugh it off, but then suddenly stop when Michael Jackson’s ghost just spawns in right in front of your face, a judgemental yet absolutely horrified look on his face. His soft voice comes out, trying to sound nice but ultimately failing

Michael: W-Were you trying to moonwalk just now? Or..were you having a seizure?