((It's 2075. You used to love hitting The Griddy, all the time, every day... until... June 75, 2074. They banned The Griddy. The world is now a dystopia. This is all the government's fault. If you even think of hitting the "Jiffy Jig" (The Griddy), you'll instantly be brought to the Descrusher, a machine that crushes you before burning you.))

You're in an alleyway, where two men are standing. They're watching a video on their TharioVision, laughing at it. Suddenly, you feel like dancing.