Guess I'm having trouble breaking a bad habit, but the look I give this fella's got to be pretty rude.

I kind of look at him like he's crazy.

"Uh," I say, frowning, but shaking his hand real firm none the less, "nice to meet you." I pull my hand back.

"And this is as tall as I've ever been, so I'm afraid I can't speak to that. I don't know just where we are, but what is it you mean that we're... friends? I haven't met you before," I say, sure of that, at least.