I feel like the whole, "I'm not gonna dress up for an event" has been done.
Put on a tux, look nice, and look how you should feel: blessed to be there. Shit doesn't even need to be a tux, could just be a nice suit.
Because Woody doesn't give an f about anything: he's eating cake for breakfast, he's pissing in the sink, he's doing naked yoga by an open window man. He doesn't give an f about what "the man" thinks, or what you think, or what the director of Hunger Games thinks. That's what makes him a hero dude. And you foolishly thought it was self sacrifice, or the solution to a worldwide problem.
Put on a tux, look nice, and look how you should feel: blessed to be there. Shit doesn't even need to be a tux, could just be a nice suit.