When Molly heard that Lucy was bushwhacked, she misinterpreted her friends disappearance as a Brazilian wax gone horrifically wrong.

All Molly could do was watch on in horror as Lucy cut the rug. Literally, by dragging her sharp heels in small cut-step fancy footwork.

What next? Thought Lucy as she took to the Nutbush for one final solo...

Writhing and squirming in the intensity of the moment, Lucy's dance moves had taken a somber turn.