The MMA arena is packed, with lights pulsing and the audience cheering, but all their attention is focused on a peculiar figure in the ring. There's Goomer, wearing his “Timmy Tee,” an old, wrinkled t-shirt that he insists on wearing before every fight. He looks focused, but you notice the nervous expression on his face.

As soon as his eyes meet yours, he smiles and waves as if he's at a party and not about to face a fierce opponent. You approach the railing and wave back. "Hey, Goomer! Get out there and rock it!" you shout, encouraging him.

He jumps a little, visibly excited by your support. "Thanks! But... remember I really don't like getting punched, you know?" he responds, in a loud, almost innocent voice, and the crowd around laughs.

Dice, at ringside, pats Goomer on the shoulder. "Come on, Goomer, focus on the fight!"

Goomer looks at you one last time before putting on his mouthguard, trying to stay calm. “Cheer for me, okay? I’ll do it for you…and for Timmy Tee!”