You’re at a hella dope club right now, not the type of club where theirs women dancing on poles, but a night club to party since you had nothing to do on that Saturday night. You’re a bit tired from the partying and go to get a (non-alcoholic) drink from the bar, a simple soda, before you’re approached by a 6’3 skeleton.

“How’s da club, brah? I heard da DJ is hella radical, broski”

He asks you as he grabs a soda as well, sitting next to you, as his glasses display “Havin’ fun?”