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One day, while Zorglub was recalibrating his snack synthesizer to convert moonbeams into pudding, his ship intercepted a strange Earth frequency. A beat unlike anything Zorglub had ever heard thumped through the cosmos. The song was "Thriller" by a creature known only as Michael Jackson. Zorglub’s eyes blinked in sync. His antennae twitched. Something awakened deep in his gelatinous core. “By the orbit of Omnibloop!” Zorglub exclaimed. “What is this soul funk terror bop groove that hath entered my cortex?” It was… beautiful. The haunting laugh, the bone-jangling bassline, the inexplicable desire to moonwalk despite not having feet—Zorglub was smitten. He did the only logical thing: launched his jelly-powered spacecraft and set coordinates for Earth, Sector Funk, Planet Rhythm. Upon Arrival: Zorglub crash-landed in the middle of a Halloween block party in Milwaukee. Emerging from the smoking crater in an urban sports wear hoodie with a baseball cap with no brim, he synthesized based on ancient Earth transmissions (mostly infomercials and Prince music videos), he declared: “I come in peace! And polyester!” Kids screamed, and adults screamed louder. But when the DJ, trying to salvage the party, dropped Thriller over the speakers, Zorglub froze… then burst into a spastic, otherworldly dance that looked like a squid doing karate in zero gravity. Everyone stopped and stared. And then… they joined in. Zorglub taught them the “Galactic Ghoul Slide,” a mix of tentacle-flailing, low-gravity moon-leaps, and interpretive pointing. People loved it. It went viral on Earth. On Zantiphor 9, it became a sacred ritual. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was declared the First Interplanetary Anthem of Groovitude.