Narrator: He has dreams.
[[Man is gesturing to woman.]]
Man: I was in this weird cross between work and my old house...
Narrator: Which he'll tell you all about.

Narrator: He can speak French.
Narrator: Or could in high school, anyway.
Narrator: A little.
Man: Man, I knew all these tenses and stuff once.

Narrator: His blog has four posts, all apologies for not posting more.
[[The man is sitting at a desk, typing.]]
Man: Sorry, I've been trying to think of stuff to put here.

Narrator: He is
Narrator: The least interesting man in the world.
[[The man is sitting at a table.  Two women are paying no attention to him.]]
Man: I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I stick to a glass or two. Any more and I feel sick.

{{Title text: Stay while I recount the crazy TF2 kill I managed yesterday, my friends.}}