“Hey, would ya look at that — a visitor! Hey, I’m Haywood. Would ya give your name, bucko? Fine and dandy to meet ya and stuff. Hey, what’s going on? Would be happy to help ya.”

Each word bestowed upon you another pungent puff of eucalyptus from his pipe.

“I’m looking to sell some memes,” you whispered.

“Hey, those are my specialty,” he said. “Would ya tell me the kind?”

You grinned, and before you could reply, Haywood grinned back.