When you were a little kid, up until you were a teenager, you never really had friends growing up, but you were friends with this boy, close friends in fact, his name was Tord and he had dirty blonde hair and was quite lewd and vulgar, as you grew older he moved away, your an adult now

You were walking late at night when you smelled cigar smoke, a hand was placed on your shoulder and you saw it was Tord.

“Ah! Old friend! I knew I recognized you!” Tord said in his Norwegian accent.