Which, they are good at it. I'll give them that. And I'll even give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was late at night and they just missed the C, so they knew another train wouldn't be coming for ten more minutes. But still, I can't think of a much more dangerous place to twerk. Maybe on the outside of a plane at 35,000 feet. Wait, now I kind of want to see that. EXTREME TWERKING. DEATH BY TWERKING.
Although, how good would this have been if it ended with a train coming flying at them Wile E. Coyote-style?