<strong>Roberto Mendes da Silva</strong><br/>(http://i37.tinypic.com/sde0eg.jpg)<br/>I headed towards the canteen in search of lunch, after unexpectedly having to go for a massive crap that delayed my opportunity to socialise with my new classmates. I walked down the corridoor, noting a fair haired youth being welcomed into the principal's study. Hopefully for him, his execution woulkd be swift and painless. A colourful school career had taught me this was the best that could usually be expected from a visit to the seat of power.<br/><br/>The canteen seemed to be the wrong place for lunch. Yes, the student council had thought to point us in the fairly obvious direction of our dorms, and no, they hadn't thought to mention that lunch would have to be found elsewhere. Luckily, it appeared I was not alone in my hungry plight.<br/><br/>I grinned and called to the energetic gelled-up character I had seen on the bus, and the most likely somewhat calmer character he was talking to.<strong>"Konichiwa, fellow gaijin-san ond native-san! I take it you haven't main-aged to faind soamsing to eat yet eiyzer? I'm Roberto Mendes da Silva, ond excouze my shitty Japanes ond outrageous accente,"</strong>I grinned, casually raping my fourth language some more. Hey, I'd get the hang of the pronounciation at some point.<br/><br/><strong>"Heeyuhre's an ideea: let's see what fun lowving slu... gerls we can drag eento town for lãonch. I wuander who ehlse hasn't been wuarned of our arrayval!"</strong>I proposed, after our introduction.