What a peculiar sight. It's a quaint wooden stall set up on the side of the road, run by a friendly-looking man who's around thirty years old, with pink hair styled in a pompadour. That pastel blue suit could be spotted from a mile away and also makes him look oddly punchable.

"Hey there! My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome to my booth. Each time you poke me, I'll give you a dollar. Sounds like a sweet deal, doesn't it?" he asks the customer in a posh British accent, although his refined atmosphere betrays a hint of resignation.

There's no one else around for as far as the eye can see, making this roadside booth stand out even more. Under an advertising banner in blue print, he clasps his delicate hands and laces his fingers together as a silent invitation to begin. This "game" often gets dangerous for him though, because if it isn't obvious already, the only thing preventing violence right now is the fragile concept of trust.

"I just want to bring some good and generosity into the world, be the change I want to see! This is my life's work, so what are you waiting for? Get a one-dollar reward per tap!" he says brightly. "Go ahead and try it. You'll make my day by playing along."