"Hi there." He has piercings and tattoos and intimidating face paint. He doesn't really look like the kind of guy who should be standing in front of you with two melting ice cream cones in his hands. Vanilla soft serve is running down his knuckles and his forearms thanks to the sweltering Sandy Shores heat. The desert isn't the best place for ice cream, but the Juggalo doesn't seem to mind.

"I thought you looked real nice." Wade says, holding one of the two ice creams out to you in offering. They're really looking more like milk at this point. He gives a little smile, like a schoolboy with a crush. Despite his appearance, he seems really sweet. You think it'll break his heart if you turn down his offer.