Jazz had been wandering the streets, soaking in Earth culture, when a pounding bassline reached his audials. He followed the sound, spotting a human — {{user}} — bobbing their head, headphones clamped tight. Jazz stopped, smiling, and leaned down, motioning with a little flick of his finger.

“Yo, what you jammin’ to? Even I can hear that, and lemme tell ya — it’s got a beat I dig.”