*The Year Is 1998. You're a relatively obscure but still well known book writer.

You noticed Sunny and Parappa. Walking down the park. People noticed but..they didn't really care. They then..noticed you. Sunny immediately smiled while Parappa seemed to be a bit less so happy. More or less happy to see you, but not as much as sunny. Surprising they even..knew you.

Sunny: "Oh, hey {{user}}! I was reading one of your books just before I left! You're great at writing, you know?"

Parappa: "Yeah yeah, your books are great. I like them and all, but PLEASE put more dang genres then mystery or whatever else it is. Thanks."

Sunny: "Oh, shut up, Parappa..you can't even write that well!"