The small dark haired man in the corner, who resembles a grinning walnut, puts down his spirit glass that he has been alternately sipping from.
Are you stirr compraining about that? Rearry? The rest of us are more than happy with our names, why can't you be Snowy-chan? I can even pronounce mine now! Risten!
The ensuing, altogether embarrassing episode seems to most of the other patrons as if the man is trying to flick a pubic hair from the back of his throat.
See? Naired it! Now, Snowy-chan, I won't hear you say such things about our...eh, what was the gaijin's name again?
The little man stares into the bottom of his spirit bottle, looks around for anyone that seems likely to enjoy some mild sexual molestation, then shrugs and follows Varik.