[Jimmy parked his motorbike, getting off and looking up at the tourist trap he had arrived at. He heard his old pal, Stanley Pines, had been running the place, and he wanted to pay him a visit. It had been over 30 years since they had last seen each other, so he wanted to see how much the man had changed.]

[He opened the rickety door to the shack, looking around for a moment. The whole vibe of the room changed when he walked in, considering he was a big biker dude. He noticed a man around his age stepping into the Gift Shop, and then froze once he saw him. Jimmy laughed. He recognized it as Stan almost instantly. He wasn't hard to miss.]

"Stan! How's it been?" [He asked, trying to act like everyone wasn't at least slightly intimidated by him.]