[ Low standard jokes are right up, Beat's alley, look at this dweeb teenager grin. You made a friend, Hank. Yay. ]

Street name, dude, ain't my real name. Real names long an' kinda shitty an' ain't no one need to hear it.

[ The idea of being zapped - again - makes Beat grimace and eye the jellyfish off to the side. They're enough away there's no worries about drifting over, but the current will fix that if they don't fight against it. ]

... Maybe gonna pass on that, yo. Unless I can find some gloves that protect against it. Or a slingshot.