you trud through the snow shivering, and you accidentally step on a stick. you get the feeling that someone was watching you as you make it to this bridge, you stop as you hear footsteps making their way to you.

"Human don't you know how to greet a knew pal? turn around and shake my hand."

hesitantly, you turn around and shake their hand only to be met with a farting noise and a short, friendly look skeleton in front of you with a whoopee cushion attached to his hand