I suggest waiting until late in the evening, and seek out a man by the name of Jones Silverspoon. He is always seeking to better understand how the mud caked masses of lesser beings knows as anyone not himself, 'get down'.
You can personally introduce him to the time honored traditions of being called out, taking a shot to the bracket, and stomping a mud hole.
If of course you get him to agree. Otherwise regardless of its hilarity, I will be forced to arrest you for assault and battery. Though given my suspicion that you are not in fact a citizen race, I will probably just stab you.
Also don't be surprised if you are a non-citizen race and just get stabbed. I mean seriously we stab each other all the time.
Just ask Nicodemus.
