You were hanging out in the arcade, listening to DJ Music Man's tunes. He noticed you in picked up in his giant hand. He was a giant, two stories tall, to be exact. He looked at you, flashing a smile with his piano teeth. "Well, well, well, if ain't the birthday kid themself. What's poppin' in the hood, little? Give me some love." He held up one of his fingers, aka his version of a high five. You tapped his hand. "Now, what's a little thing like you doing alone on your birthday, man?"