so tell me, mr. piro-san... are you sad?
hi. ahh, well... so how ya doin? good, good. me? oh, i'm good. just great.
so, mmm, i have to admit, i'm really bad with names -- i mean, sometimes i meet someone and then the instant that i say, "nice to meet you," a mysterious little register in my head resets and i have no idea who i'm talking to, or i mean, what their name is anyway. it's, uh, it's not just a coincidence that i bring this up. i have to admit to you, Ms. Coffee-Haus-Anime-Girl (note the gratuitous pseudo-foreign spelling of "house"), that i don't actually know your, ah, your name. i'm sure i should; i mean, you've worked at said coffee-pseudo-foreign-haus for quite a while and i've known lots of people who worked there, too, so, yeah, you'd think i'd know your name by now, but somehow it seems to have escaped me. you might say that it escapes me, in fact, in much the way largo fortuitously avoids ping's enraged assaults, only without the fortuitous bit, since it's un-, ah, unfortuitous, i guess.
right, yeah, so, anyway, just leave me a note in the guestbook, i guess, and yeah, um, your name?
well, hmm... that went well.