Pretty damn sure. He knew what colour my school was, my brother's name, stuff about my mom - things that I hadn't told anyone here.

How do you know? I mean - I was a cartoon character. What if I can't even fart without someone's approval and hours of meticulous animation work?

[He makes a note of the name.]

I'll see if the closets can pull anything up. Worst case scenario: I wind up with nothing or their entire range falls out of there.