This is Beiddie, a cashier at the Museum of Natural History. I asked him about his name and he said that his “Parents had a thing for double vowels and consonants.”

I asked him where he would go when he died. “I’ll have a drink. A martini in Heaven and a hot buttered rum in Hell.” He refused to answer the lust question (I suspected he lived an “alternative” lifestyle). He did admit that he ultimately would go to Hell, then hurriedly walked away.