Half a dozen sweaters began to ritualistically chant in unison, which in and of it's self was not in the least difficult from all the years of practice and the driving beat in the room from the powerful chords and the staccato beating on the skins. Although it did make Neverdie pause in a moment of contemplation, which was adding to the mysteriousness of the moment, for Neverdie was never one to think about anything before doing it.. It just came naturally to him. But anyways, we will get back to that particular habit of that avatar in due time.
No, the thing that made him pause was that not only were the sweaters trying to collect the rivers of blood with their finely honed Sweating Skill, but they seemed oblivious to the gnashing and thrashing hoards of mobs on the dance floor, who were understandably pissed about having been stuck for ages in a limbo state and upon being miraculously released, (which should have had at least a bit of calming effect on them) But the fact that they were completely ignored and left unscathed as they politely removed vital organs from the sweaters bodies without so much as a much needed FAP or Vivo being produced.
Suddenly, in a blinding flash of light, which was very uncharacteristic of what the current flashing and pulsating lights were doing, in the fact that it brought with it a mutated chirpy to the dance floor. After a quick word with all the other mobs on the current situation, chirpy realized it was pissed smooth off, and rightfully so.
It quickly ran from one person to the next, disposing of them in a most efficient manner. And as it attacked Neverdie, placing it's proboscis into his bellybutton and sucking his brains out, Neverdie was able to come up with one futile an somewhat ironic idea, "Hey, maybe we should try to fight these things before they harm someone!" But that thought, like his cerebral cortex were gone in an instant.
Oh, Simons was going to have none of that. So, while gathering his posse around him they quickly decided to.....