What was that, Sam, a signal to your witchy familiars? Hiro startles a little -- mostly because he just noticed that turkey and wtf, that thing ain't normal -- but then gives a slightly more genuine grin. "Hiro. Hamada. Uh. "Hiro" is fine, though." The problems of not having a nickname that isn't completely lame.

Um, rude, that boar experience was very traumatic. Now Hiro's already grouching and moving from polite sipping to full-on chugging of his soda. "I can't pay rent, I'm fourteen."