One ordinary day, working at the local burget joint, you carelessly let a burger fall on the floor during your shift. Unseen by everybody, it grows quite slimy. Eventually your manager comes in and slips on the burger. He fly's into the air, and finishes his trip by breaking both legs. Before the ambulance carries him away, he says to you, "I know this was your fault! Thanks to you I can't compete in the big dance contest at Club Retro tonight!" "You have to go and take my place, to win the trophy for my store." You interject, "Hell no! I ain't no disco dancer!" Your manager gives you a stone cold look and says, "If you value your job, you will be." As he is hauled away, you think "Wait, I don't even know *how* to dance..." "CRAP!"