"It's not that I don't like it. Actually, I love it! But..." he tried to figure out a better way of explaining it, and the moment he got an idea, his eyes lighted, "Here, I'll give you an example. Say you had a girlfriend named Sokka, not that you probably would have a girlfriend named that since it's a boy's name, but just go with me on this, ok? Now!"

Sokka pressed his palms together. "Say you somehow lost that girlfriend in a tragic accident, or maybe not an accident, but definitely something tragic and that you'll never forget so long as you live. Then you met me!" His hands turned inward and he pressed his palms to his chest. "Oh, and by the way, my name's Sokka," he added as an aside, "And you thought of your girlfriend every time you heard my name?"

The hands came away so that Sokka could raise his index finger like an expert or something "Now a nice guy would understand something like that and wouldn't mind getting called something else by just that one person. See... me?" His finger pointed to him, "I'm a nice guy." Modest too. "So you know, if calling me Sokka made you think about something you didn't want to, then you could call me something. Boomerang guy, ponytail guy, idea guy... the list is endless, believe me." If he'd needed, he could even use his Fire Nation name.

"So the question now is... are you a nice guy?" With that last question, Sokka put on his most convincing pitiful boy face possible. "Huh, Yuuuuuue?"