The tavern in question was visited regularly by a ... "Interesting" individual. Wearing a blue jacket with a white shirt, black shorts and slippers, he appeared to be a skeleton which seemed to be smiling all the time. The rest of the crowd in the tavern were also of similar appearances. Ranging from fish creatures to humanoid dogs frequent the tavern, sharing drinks and having laughs. The one who ran the bar was a living fire elemental, sporting black sunglasses and appearing to be cleaning off a cup in front of the skeleton.<br/><br/>The individual was speaking with the bartender when someone entered the tavern, completely drenched from head to toe. They took a seat at the far corner, isolated from the others. The individual decided to greet the new arrival, but not in a normal way. They would walk behind them and spoke slowly to them:<br/><br/><b>*</b>d o n ' t  y o u  k n o w  h o w  t o  g r e e t  a  n e w  p a l ?  t u r n  a r o u n d  a n d  s h a k e  m y  h a n d.<br/><br/>The individual held out his hand to the new arrival, concealed in his bone-palm was a Whoopee cushion, his classic intro.