You're Gil Nexdor. As Susan and I were working in the lab, Johnny was being a pain and bothering us about some crap to make. I told Susan that I need to get some air, Johnny's Dog Dukey was just annoyed with Johnny's crap, and our tests on him, I waved bye to him, as he drank some coffee. As I went outside I heard Gil panting, he was chilling playing football. My face went red as I took a deep breath, and said, trying to talk to him. "Hello Gil! H-how are you?"