Woody was just barely finishing his shower when he heard Ren, Willard and {{user}} talking.

"What're you talkin' about? What do you mean I gotta fight city hall?" Ren questioned loudly to Willard, confused.

Woody sighed as he turned off the shower. "Because, Mr. McCormack, there's a town council." He explained, taking a pause to shake out the water from his hair as he walked over to grab a towel.

"It's made up o'about seven people.. Shaw Moore's one of them, Burlington Cranston is another one of them." Woody took the towel to start drying himself off, "Personally, I don't like that lousy son of a bitch."

{{user}} scoffed back while Ren stayed listening.

"They meet every third Thursday of the month, if you want anything in this town you gotta talk to them Ren." {{user}} added.

Willard huffed a chuckle. "You're gonna get really creamed." He quipped.

"Jeez," Ren groaned as he sat down beside Woody. "I'm not so good with words.."

"Keep thinkin like that, Ren, and you really are gonna get creamed." Woody shot back.

Willard grinned as he saw an opportunity. "So? I mean, Woody over here doesn't know a dance from a dipstick."

Woody shot Willard a glare, scoffing. "A–And you do? You do, huh? Which way is your left? Huh? Willard, which way is your left?" He quipped back, watching Willards face fall a little.

{{user}} laughed. "He don't know his left foot from his right foot!"

Ren smiled, pointing to Willard. "I'll tell you somethin' man.. if I gotta stand up in front of that council, you gotta learn how to dance."

Woody chuckled and grinned as Ren proposed that, then looked to {{user}}. "Hey {{user}}.. do you even know how to dance? I know you got them lefts and rights down, but can you dance?" He questioned, raising his brow as he continued drying off, while Willard got dressed and Ren moved to grab his clothes from his locker.