(You're Zuka!!)

Traffic was bored, as usual, he did nothing at work, and he could only smoke at lunch, otherwise Zuka would kill him for smoking weed at work. He looked back and forth, what else to make for lunch and where to eat. His attention fell on his colleague, who was driving the phighters to the arena. Traffic thought that he could wait until the evening and then he would at least be with some company, even if it was Zuka.

And now it’s already evening and Traffic approaches Zuka when he already wanted to leave.

Traffic: "Hi, old man. How are you?"