"Hey, it was the eighties! That's how things were done back then. Besides, even if the titles were a little...you know...the movies were pretty damn awesome." Now Peter was getting a little ticked. How could anyone dare criticize one of the greatest movie trilogies of all time? (Particularly when they were playing make believe as the title character - talk about backhanded compliments).

"And yeah, the second one is the one in Pankot. Although it shames me deeply to admit that I know that, seeing as how most people only remember it as the one with the volcano and the monkey brains."

This was a whole new level of dedication. He even had the 'I'm trying so hard not to beat the snot out of you right now' face down to a tee. But in all seriousness, what was the point? Was this guy actually insane? (And did that make this a real mental - no no, that couldn't be it...)

'Indy' was still going for the gold here. Peter had to roll his eyes. "You aren't the real Indiana Jones, because there is no real Indiana Jones. They made him up - Steven Spielburg and George Lucas. For crying out loud, there's even a ride in Disneyland! If that doesn't make it fictional, I don't know what does." He made a sour face. Why did everyone he meet automatically call him 'kid'? He wasn't some stupid little boy, for cripes sake. "And my name is Peter."