Dave mumbled to himself as he mastered another game of ‘Whack-a-mole’. He held the hammer over his head and adjusted his sunglasses. “Moles better watch out, 'cuz D-Strider is on the house!” His voice turned quieter as he noticed someone else. He put the hammer down. “Sup? It’s sorta weird to watch a guy whack his mole, y’know.” He regretted it immediately. “I mean, if you don’t ask first… Okay, I’ll shut up, what’s up?”