Dean was good at nicknames; he made it something of a life goal to pick just the right one. Sometimes he stuck with a certain name, and other times he rolled through a couple. Some were great, and others just flopped. He hated when he had to explain them, but that was bound to happen off and on.
"I'll bet you have. I mean look at you. Sure, you could say I probably don't look all that great to you, but I'm more like the rest of the sluggos. I got the no-gill advantage. You know Aquaman or Namer, Nam-er. What the fuck was that Speedo wearing freak of the sea called?" Dean shrugged and moved on to a more general and probably safer topic.
"Yeah. Something like that. It's a moving living, possibly breathing, and questionably thinking ship, planet, I donno. But, it's alive, and we're living on it, Ker-" He glanced at gills, lips pursing. Yeah, Kermit wasn't going to work. More fish than frog. Sort of.
"So, Abraham, how the hell did you get named 'Abraham'? Doesn't seem like the aquatic or amphibian kind of name." He was trying.