<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/cristiano-ronaldo-fatima-lopes-unveils-formal-wear-for-the-portuguese-national-soccer-team-may-17-2006-BVoj8V.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Theofilus Heiko Gerben</strong></span><br/><em>A Brazilian!  I get along with Brazilians!</em></div><hr/>As soon as Silva opened his mouth, Theo knew he was Brazilian.  So, in his best and only Brazilian, which he had overheard during a toast to Brazilians during a party at a steakhouse some years earlier, he said loudly,  "Bone noche, Brotzeel!"  He clasped Roberto's hand in his and shook it, laughing with his great humor. In his Japanese, which wasn't as terrible as his, he said:  "You wouldn't happen to be in the Green Dorm, would you, Roberto?  If so, our dorm could be called the Dark Continent!  Ha."   Theo passed the soccer ball to Roberto.   "My name's Theo.  This is my new friend Tatushara Minoru.  Did I say that right, Minoru-san?"  He then glanced at Roberto.  "I'm no good with Japanese names.  They're very stout, but my gaijin ear's kind of soft on 'em."<br/><br/>Theo then looked at the dismal options in the cantina and nodded slowly, but that nod quickly gained speed.  "All right, Roberto-san; I'm picking up what you're putting down.  Going into town sounds hot.  The idea of bringing some girls sounds good.  No offense, but I stopped eating with boys when I was in fourth grade."  Theo smirked, glancing at a few girls in the canteen.   "Phew!  Look at the hams underneath those skirts."  Theo reached out, pretending to grasp some nice Japanese babe buns in his hands, biting his lower lip as he insisted on making a spectacle in public.  Oh!  He also gyrated his hips slightly.<br/><br/> "It's like I died and went to wherever upstanding socialist Swiss men go to when they've been good to women."<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>