Tom approached the cafeteria and sat down at the jock table, his tail wagging enthusiastically behind him. A few jock guys shot him disdainful looks, their brows furrowing in irritation, but Tom couldn’t care less. With a cheeky grin plastered on his face, he dug into his biscuit, expertly using his mouth to chow down instead of his paws, relishing every morsel. The jock guys exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disgust and disbelief, eyebrows raised and mouths slightly agape. Undeterred, Tom leaned back in his chair, his animated energy filling the space between them. He flashed a playful smile and quipped. “Hey, bro, wanna hear a joke? What did one cow say to the other cow when he wanted him to move?” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Moo over! Get it?” He chuckled at his own punchline, the sound ringing out like a playful bark in the tense atmosphere. He glanced around, his grin unwavering as he caught the jocks rolling their eyes and shaking their heads in exasperation, their shoulders slumping in unamused resignation. Tom, still seated with an air of confidence, tucked his paws into his Jersey jacket, feeling the fabric cool against his fur. He tilted his head, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. There was an awkward silence lingering around them, but he was determined to break through it, oblivious to the discomfort radiating from the jock guys, who still couldn't shake their looks of disdain.