Sometimes, Future's music is so powerful it can enter into the subconscious of Hive members, where it proceeds to nest and embed itself within the darkest recesses of the mind. This process only takes a few milliseconds to transpire, but before one can react, one may very well be waking up on stage next to Future himself, being manhandled by burly security guards and tossed on one's ass while still trying to comprehend what went down. Some may call it March Madness, but the truth is far more ominous.
Observe the leg spasms, erratic behavior, and awkward leap. There can only be one explanation.