It was raining buckets. Not literally, of course: that would be stupid. Not being literal, however, did not stop the sky from expelling an utterly horrendous amount of rain onto the ground below.

John and his pals were stuck under a flat.

It would have been a perfectly respectable and civilized hang-out if Dave did not start to do a weird jiggle that looked half-way between someone holding their pee, and a very awkward version of the chicken dance. If John hadn't known better, he would even go as far as to say his friend was possessed, which of course he wasn't, because John didn't believe in ghosts.

"What are you trying to do— make the rain so embarrassed, it leaves?" Rose asked, not sounding disturbed at all. It was almost as if she was in the cahoots with the Strider, but with the two of them, one could never be sure.

"Reverse rain dance."

"How does that fucking work you fuckass the rain doesn't even have eyes!" To John's great surprise/horror, disguised behind Karkat's normal, rage-filled shouts was a hint of interest. In fact, a quick glance confirms John's worst fears. ALL his pals looked interested. Disgusting.

"Do the rain dance backwards, duh," Dave replied, "Have you even used the Internet?"A hundred panels later he manages to rope all of them to join him. All except John. The rain continues to fall, as if sensing it's situational importance to the plot. That's about to happen.

Dave noticed his best bro wasn't joining in. "Come on, dude, it's not going to work if you don't join in."

"No."

"Just a bit?" John was then subjected to the sad puppy eyes of everyone he had known and loved except his Dad cos obviously adults don't have eyes.

And so John succumbs to the limitless amount of peer pressure and half-heartedly followed his friends. ("Yesss Egbert, were doing it. Were making htis happen.")(Dave pronounces all the typos with terrifying accuracy, as usual.)

He couldn't help but scoff at their collective actions. He likes to think that he wasn't being as silly as the rest of them, but it is safe to say that in reality, he was simply waist-deep in denial.

"This is so stupid. It's never going to work."

Thus when the rain did in fact stop, John wasn't very happy. He wasn't very happy at all.