Welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?, the show where everything is made up and the points don't matter. There is only the dread of a dimensional hangover because you recall saying something uncharacteristic that someone is eventually going to make into a running joke.
Alas, recreation will have to come from elsewhere. The closest I have right now is vibing to EDM for a few hours straight. That is so harrowing to put into a sentence now that I see it.