Dean's not even a good dancer. I mean; yeah, he's fit, strong and fast I suppose but, really, he's got all the poise and elegance of a badly-stuffed sack of turnips.
I've got to get busy and find him before those damn slippers give us an action replay; he couldn't have gotten too far, surely.
Wait; I can see some bewildered-looking people standing over there.
Yep, they definitely look like they've seen something disturbing and ...
Oh, holy crap!
I think I'm gonna hurl ...
It's far worse than I thought.
WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET THOSE FREAKIN' TIGHTS?