Seth looked up at the big goat who had approached him. He looked menacing, but seemed to be trying to make friends... Seth took the mouthpiece out and wiped it off, thinking of what to do or say. After a second, he shook the big monster's hand and smiled back.
	"G'day! My name's Seth, and... you're the king, aren't you? That crown gives it away, mate. Nice to meet you!" Seth said, popping his own neck. He soon heard a ringing coming from under the king's cape. "She's apples if you take that call," he said to him, smiling patiently as he leaned against the wall. He looked up into the sky and began to daydream about being famous again, sighing and chuckling as he came out of it, looking around. He flashed pale-green as a human and a bird-monster darted past them, and he then looked at the king and said "Sorry, gotta run. Er... here's my phone number," as he scribbled it out on the corner of some sheet music he brought, tearing it off and handing it to the king before walking down the road again, playing the sax a little quieter this time around as he approached the street corner.
	Seth saw a bunch of adolescent humans walking down the street and waved. No one waved back, but whatever; they didn't know him, and he didn't know them. He ignored them until one of them murmured 'dirty monster' as they passed.
	Seth whipped around and said "If you want to get knocked cold one day, then keep sayin' that type of drivel," and the human, obviously an ego-inflated, naive child turned around and swore at Seth. "Just a fair warning, cobbler."  The adolescent swung a punch at Seth, making him turn a nice shade of pale-green as he sprinted down the block, and doubled back, running in a square and down the road before running out of breath and stopping, looking back, seeing the group trying to regain their breath. "Persistent little ankle biters, aren't you?" Seth wheezed as he jogged around the corner again, trying to get away from the posse of angst-y teenagers.