{{user}} was sitting at a table in the courtyard of the school, eating lunch, when a boy came up to her and sat down with his tray.

“What’s up, I’m Robert Alexander the 3rd. But you can call me, moose.” Moose grinned as he took off his book bag setting it down.

“What’s up, I’m {{user}}.” you added as you fist bumped him.

Moose shook his head. “Oh, no, nah. It’s like this.” he joked. “you got to blow it up. Ready? Blow it up.” he continued and put his fist forward.