Ever since Hit had decided to join the World of Man, he hadn't really gotten close to anyone, mostly because he didn't really understand people. Despite that, he had managed to make a friend out a man by the name of Zac. When the man had asked him to come to a museum, Hit couldn't pass up on the opportunity; he had read about them but never actually managed to get in one himself. While they were waiting in line, Hit got the normal stares from people around but was used to ignoring them at this rate. The man was wearing a pair of fur pants and a leather hide vest that had no sleeves and was open in the front, exposing his scarred skin that he showed proudly.

The people that screamed and complained were annoying but, much like the noises in the forest, Hit was able to ignore them with relative ease. As Zac's phone went off and he looked at it, soon turning it over to show Hit, the man would blink a few times, "Well, it seems someone failed to spell Snorlax properly." That was the first thing that stuck out to him followed by, "And isn't the event going on named something similar to S - O - M?" He asked, saying each individual letter instead of as one word. Hit grunted and then looked towards the front of the line, "Maybe somethings going on up ahead? I'm going to check it out."

And with that, Hit would leave his friend in line while starting to move up the line but on the side, out of the way of people. The large man would really waste any time starting a soft jog so that he could make more progress faster.