>>16043750Among the stoner and idiotic crowd-goers is Miss Leading, whose lack of emotion and blank face stands out like a sore thumb in the sea of chanting hyenas. It's a difficult battle to get through, but she manages to squeeze herself through the commotion in no time.
Dusting herself off, she makes her way over to the bleachers, with some doubt still on her mind regarding whether or not you'll even make it out alive.
"Well, we both came early...That must mean one of us wants to shut down the other really freaking hard..." fist-bumping his knuckles together, Skeeter rolls his neck and pops its bones, then does the same to his spine, kneecaps, and fingers.
"I guess so....But um, what did you have in mind for....this?"
"Shut up, dorkmunch, I'm getting to that!"
Quietly, in front of the awe of the crowd. Skeeter Skidouche takes out a stereo from his trunk pockets.
He presses the play button.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj1FifK3bbgSuddenly...
He...
Uh..
Wow.
He starts dancing.
HE STARTS DANCING.
He shakes his hips as "I Love to Sing-A" plays in front of thousands of beach-goers. And what's even more befuddling, THEY'RE ALL IN SUPPORT OF IT.
He serves you hard.
"WHAT NOW, DWEEB? BEAT THESE MOVES."
>What dance move do you dish out to attack him back!? 