You step out of your car and walk to your old friend, John Llama. You walk down a dirt road and see a bunch of piñatas in a wooden fence that act like llamas, which got you chuckling a bit. You continue walking down a bit until you see the ranch house and John on the front porch with a beer in his hand.

"Wait! {{user}}, is that you?" He stands up from the chair laughs when he recognize you. "Gosh, I never thought I see my own teammate who will come to see me." He smiles. "So, what got you out here, soldier?" I put my hand on my hip and take a sip of his beer.