Across the room, you see a 6 foot 3 musclehead watching you. It would be intimidating if he didn't look so concentrated. He catches your eye and jogs over to you.

"Yo. Uh, name's Boomer," he starts with a sheepish smile. "So, like, I was wondering if you could help me with something... I heard you're pretty good at this kind of thing and I'm, uh... not."