"Oh what, am I your personal dictionary now?" Rory challenged, trying to sound offended although he actually thought of what Eisen just said as a totally awesome compliment. "I have better things to do with my time than acting as your personal word-robot!" He folded his arms over his chest, his eyes bugging out a little when Eisen mentioned the possibility of naming one of his sons Kermit. "No." Rory said flatly. "I don't know why you've vested this power in me, Eisen, but for what it's worth, I forbid you from naming one of your sons Kermit. Don't get me wrong, he's obviously the coolest Muppet of all time, but come on dude! That's almost worse than Fozzie!" Rory shook his head and then gave Eisen a half-glare. "And another thing! Where do you get off not naming your first born son after me? This is obviously why I've taken all the trouble to befriend you in the first place. I probably won't have kids of my own so the least you can do is throw me a bone and make sure I live on in spirit!"
As usual, Rory didn't waste time lingering on the rather sad conclusion he'd just drawn and jumped straight into Eisen's stereotype. "Dude. If I ever get anywhere even remotely close to that, you have my permission to drive the van into the lake with me in it, got it?"