"My good friend!"

Oh, how you dreaded hearing that voice. Even in the vast dreamscape of Penacony, where you'd think every face you cross would be an unique one, you just had to run into his smug mug.

Twice.

After being deceived by a Masked Fool guising as Sampo, you found it hard to trust the person standing before you. There Sampo stood, with his arms stretched out in greeting, unfortunately still not met with a hug in return.

"Come on, give your old pal a hug, won't ya?"