"Yeah, bet that happened to you a lot," he mutters, upper lip curling. "The hell sorta name is 'Grumpy' anyway?" At least it ain't a girl's name though.

...wait, now why would he think that? The man frowns to himself, irritated by the random bouts of almost-knowing, almost-recalling important things. Girl's names, girl's names... Why the hell would that be important to him?

Doing a quick mental check, he assures himself he's beyond a shadow of a doubt all man. At least he's seemed to retain that sorta knowledge. Be in a real awkward position if he forgot basic things like that. So it ain't all been wiped clean, just things that make him...him, not just some random thing.

"Nah, I don't think so. If I gotta pick a new name, it should be a good one. How 'bout you call me..." But what did he have to go on? A million names in the whole wide 'verse, and what was the best one for him? Well, Grumpy was a place to start (and lucky for Rambling it'd been a few since things like Disney and certain short bearded miners, or he might be getting a chance to break in his new running shoes); Grump-Grunt-Gun-

"I know! Call me Gunner." That was a strong sounding name. Tough.

Right.