[Egon follows Venkman's lead, allowing himself to be pulled from his chair. Dancing and singing was never his forte, but he's willing to come along for the ride. Egon doesn't quite remember the lyrics, but he finds himself humming along quietly to the strange melody, a little off key.

He pulls himself a little closer to his partner, stumbling a bit in his steps and trying to maintain his footing. He gives Venkman a rare, sheepish smile.]

I thought you might like to know I found several protozoa swimming in the water samples I took from the beach, but I haven't been able to identify them as any sort of plankton I've seen.

[Hope you don't mind this idiot blathering about microscopic sea animal while trying to dance.]