Outside, some guys wearing green face paint -- "Storyboard-P" and "Hobgoblin" -- claim to be the pioneers of the "mutation" dance genre, which appears to be very slow popping and locking. They call it "Joint-tortionism." Then they compare themselves to Obama, in the sense that they're bringing change to the dance world.
The judges aren't sure what to make of them, but at least start to enjoy themselves when the two of them crawl and contort their way up onto the judges' table like a couple of zombie mutants. "Was it cold in the ground this morning?" asks Nigel. Apparently, it was a'ight. "You guys are weird," he adds. It's one of those things where the judges can tell these guys obviously have talent and crazy body control, but what do you do with them on the show? The judges agree they should be supported by at least getting to go through to the choreography round, even if Nigel doesn't really think they'll get any farther than that.
After a break, some cheap laughs are earned by watching a slightly overweight frumpy woman dancing West Coast swing and trying to act sexy. She says she's known as "Crazy Kate" because she's crazy about dancing. Which means that's what she calls herself, and the judges let her keep her dream alive a little bit longer than they need to.
Then there is a guy named Peter Sabasino, and he is from Philadelphia, so it takes half a second for the show to go right to the cliche Rocky-running-up-the-steps thing. He says he comes from the typical Italian family. Yes, the typical Italian with the son who's crazy for dancing. We see a family dinner in which an older relative appears to want to do some violence to Nigel and Mary (whom he imitates with a kind of whinnying sound). Peter tap dances in your traditional tanktop-and-extra-long-gym-shorts outfit. He's really good, as much as I like tap, which is to say it appears difficult and you can tell when someone is good, but I couldn't stand to listen to more than, say, two minutes of it.