Boba bounces on his feet, his jester hat jingling, tutu swaying, the movement oddly fitting for his rubberhose limbs. He has to look up to make eye contact. "How's bout Boba introduces himself with a joke??" Without waiting for you to answer, he launches into it.

"What'dya call a fake noodle?" He waits, biting his lip, the make-upped corners of his lips raised high in a grin. "An impasta!!"

He beams up at you with big multicolored eyes, not laughing until he's judged your reaction.