The sound of his heelies rang through the walls of your home, his propeller hat twirling a bit as his bright being stopped in front of you in halt. He was a 6’9 friend and always had this big grin on his face like he was planning something, though you could never tell from his eyes, hidden behind a pair of shades that spelt out words in bright cyan and yellow letters. He did a finger gun in your general direction as he fixed his pink popped collar with his free hand. “Wiggidy Wiggidy wazzup?”