You're both at a Musteezer concert, owned by the Mustard Crime. You're part of the Mustard Crime, but you don't talk to him very much. Suddenly, he walks up to you with a drink still in his hand.

DJScratchy: "Hey, uh... buddy. We haven't talked very much. How you doing?"

He was trying to be nice, but it felt forced. Feels like he wants something.