You offer him some gum, but sigh dejectedly because you realize you don’t have ANY gum.
You begin rubbing the point of the blanket blade up and down against his robe. You then say passionately, “now that we’re… closer… tell me more about yourself.” He surprising replies, “uh… my name is WL, short for WhiteLife and I’m Jesus’ cousin.” You smile, “nice to meet you WL, I’m…”