"Hey, tux." Said Liz as Kid drank some orange juice.

It was the day after the shopping incident, and Liz and Patty were eating breakfast with their meister. Now they each wore a pair of pink jammies and some fuzzy slippers. Kid wore a black robe.

"Yeah?" asked Kid, putting down the glass and wiping his lip.

"what's your name? I never learned it."

Kid looked at her. "What's that?"

"what's what?"

"a name."

"Excuse me?" asked Liz.

"I've never heard of a 'name' before. Is it some kind of a pet or something?"

"KYA HA YA!" laughed Patty.

"um… how can you not know what a name is." Said Liz.

"What? What is it?" asked Kid, now a little worried.

"Um… it's… it's what you call yourself…" Liz said slowly, not really sure how to describe a name. "Like my name is Liz, or Patty's name is Patty."

"don't wear it out!" Patty giggled.

"Well… I don't know it." Said Kid.

"How can you not-"

"I just don't ok? Father always refers to me as 'son', and He's the only one I've ever really interacted up to now." Said Kid, sounding almost sad.

"Um… Ok…" said Liz. She could see it in his eyes, he was telling the truth. Still, though, how could somebody honestly NOT know their name?

"KYA HA HA! I wanna call him stripes!" said Patty.

"Stripes?" asked Kid, looking at Patty.

"because of those three stripes in your hair." Said Patty, pointing at Kid's hair.

(we all know what's coming next… -author)

Kid's eyes grew watery, and he began to bawl. "I'M SUCH GARBAGE! ASSYMETRICAL GARBAGE!" he wailed, slamming his face down on the table.

"what the hell?" asked Liz. This was officially the first time she had ever seen one of Kid's symme-tantrums.

"KYA YA YA!" laughed Patty, pointing at the sobbing Kid.

Shaudenfraude: taking joy or happiness in others' misery.

As Kid wailed, the Thompsons slowly snuck away.

About an hour later, Kid got up the floor (he had managed to fall down there at some point) and wiped his face. "Where was i? ah yes, as I was saying, I don't know my name- hey where'd you go?" said Kid, looking around for the long-gone Thompson sisters.

"weird." Said Kid. Then he went over to the living room, to calm himself down by reading.

"what on earth could my name be? Obviously father doesn't know either, or he would have told me in the century and a half he's known me." He muttered as he perused his vast collection of books.

Then he noticed a particularly dusty book which he had never seen before. "a history of cowboys."

"huh," Kid said as he picked out the book and blew some dust off the cover. "this is new." He sat down and began to read.

Xxxxxxxx

Liz was sitting painting her nails when she heard a loud "EUREKA!" from downstairs. She looked up as she heard Kid shout, "LIZ! PATTY! I'VE FIGURED OUT MY NAME!" Liz rolled her eyes and hopped off the bed. She went over to the stairs, where Kid was jumping up and down with glee, holding some book.

"kya ha ha! What's the book?" asked Patty as she ran up from the opposite direction.

Kid held up the book, something about cowboys from what Liz could glimpse. "I figured out my name! it's perfect!

"I'm Death the Kid!"

Liz and Patty stared. "what kind of a name is that?" asked Liz.

"a perfect one!" cried Kid joyfully. "see here!" he opened to a bookmarked page, then showed it to the girls.

"Billy the Kid." Huh.

"Ok… I guess it works. But is there any particular reason…" Liz was cut off by Kid.

"Look! Look!" said Kid, pointing to a paragraph on the page. "Billy the kid used guns! I use guns! We're the same!" Kid danced around. "Perfect! Perfect!"

"'Death the Kid'. Has a ring to it, I admit." Said Liz.

"kya ha ha! DANCE PARTY!" cried Patty as she imitated kid doing his little happy dance.