Stepping eagerly into the discotheque, Smedley puts his swerve on. He cruises the multi-colored dance floor, bobbing and shimmying to the pumping rhythm.

He pops, locks, and break dances with equal tenacity. A techno beat sends him into a fully choreographed robotic seizure. His solo lambada leaves the onlookers aghast.

Soon he is thirsty, though, and he heads to the soda machines for a well deserved beverage.