Let me see, we don’t want anything too masculine for someone with the balls the size of little peanuts. How about ‘Percival’?”
Inside the densely-packed interwoven dendrites of his small neural fortress, Andrew grimaced his virtual face as Krystyn informed him of her plans to rename him ‘Percy’.
“How dare she!”, he thought to himself as he remembered a little boy he had once known in grade school who had been named Percival. Instead of having the personality of the Arthurian hero, the little boy’s effeminate name had made him extremely quiet and retiring. Through the ages, the connotation of the ancient hero’s name had changed; instead of conjuring the courageous image of an exceptional ancestor, its mention made little girls giggle and boys smirk nastily whenever the unfortunate owner’s appellation was mentioned.