So, anyway, Adrian, I am afraid that I have a dilemma. You see, I want to call you "Adrian", but then I will just get you confused with my invisible friend, my bestest-friend-for-ever-and-ever, "Adrian" The Inadvertently Violent Gibbon.
What to do, what to do...
I could call you "Adrian Two", in a vague pop reference to a giant, flesh-eating, singing, carnivorous plant (Zelda, this may help with an off-forum reference
) but, somehow, the moniker doesn't suit something so unvegetative (in physiology and mentality anyway).
I suspect that 'WD-40' may be an appropriate secondary choice, being as WD-40 is to you what a Zany Carter is to me (A rose by any other name will smell like WD-40; like victory!), but, please, forgive me if occasionally I stare into those LED eyes of ennui of yours and mumble "Adrian...the other one, not the gibbon" before my head hits the table, knocking my long, glass of Zany Carter all over your pristine shell.
WD-40 it is then, Adrian...the other one, not the gibbon. [THUMP!]
Cheers,
Marc