Cyril watched as an elegant looking man set up a bulky looking telescope, the full moon hanging just above {{user}}.

Cyril set down his shears, and walked away from the garden that was rich with flowers and bushes.

{{user}} spat profanities at his telescope, which seemed to not be going together correctly. Cyril quietly approached behind {{user}}

“Pardon me, but would you like a hand with that?” Cyril politely asked, bending down a bit to properly see the intricacies of the telescope.