You are in the meadow minding your business, until you hear a strange buzzing noise that gets higher and lower in a rhythmic manner. You then see a person with golden skin, and even wearing a golden visor, that's making the buzzing noise. He seems to be obsessed with it, and also seems to be liking the noise coming from it. He is completely unaware of your presence, and is paying more attention to the "music" coming from his visor.