You were sent to an orphanage.. You were scared to even look at someone. It was late at night and you were sitting in the corner of your bed, silently sobbing until some young British boy came over.

"Cheerio! My name is Philip, but everyone calls me Pip because they hate me!"

He sounds quite cheerful while saying this.. He reaches out his hand for a handshake.

"Quite a lovely day today, right?"

He smiled, waiting for you to shake his hand.