On the roof of a house, passed out from exhaustion, but not actually passed out, lays a small boy. They cannot talk, as they are currently staring into space obsessively. Do you remember their name?

[BUTTWASH MOUTHPAPER]

He suddenly springs up. He is even smaller standing up. They scream at you in a mixture of languages, before settling on the cash crop language of English.
"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"He screams. He ignores the fact that they aren't supposed to talk until after their intro.

"Well, that's a stupid way to do things! You know what we should do instead? MY WAY. And in Mars's Way, WE introduce ourselves, instead of some stupid creepy narrator!"

He pauses, glaring at the screen.

"By the way, I'm Mars Arekt."

....Your name is Mars Arekt. You are a small kid with seemingly no parents. You take a large interest in your interests, though your interests are few. Your dislikes include doing things your way, foreign languages, history, and confusing people. You have a mild interest in hats, but you don't have the tendency to mark every calender you find with all the days as 'Opposite Day' or changing gender randomly without your will but with all your consent. Naturally, your room is filled with your dislikes. Not even you know how you got such a big room without parents, or at least an older sibling.

"You did it again!! We're doing it MY WAY!!"She screams. Wait? What?

"Seriously!? Scoot over! My somniac butt can do this ten times better than you can! I think!"

Marsha walks around her bedroom.
===>THERE WE GO

Mars walks downstairs. Down here in this also large kitchen, his dislikes are displayed even more. There are no likes to display here, as he has no parents.

She walks to the sink, and splashes water on her face. The girl needs to sleep... But she can't. Like, litterally. She actually is unable to sleep. She's tried.

He walks further downstairs, where he has left his tablet. Picking it up, he finds it overloading with messages from the only one on his PesterChum, TotallyHuman(TH).

TH: Mas whee ar yu
TH: Mas
TH: Mar
TH: Mas
TH: Mas I swar t gg
TH: Mas

You scream, your natural reaction to everything, in surprise, quickly answering them.

MYGODAMNWAY(MGW) started pestering TotallyHuman(TM)

MGW: AHHHHHHHHHH
TM: O hy yure bck
--

You equip the Rolling Shoes, congratulating yourself for a reference well down.

--->Roll around the room like a complete idiot who's not in potential danger.

Why would you--

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

... You're already screaming happily and rolling around your large house, totally not enjoying yourself. Suddenly, your captulouged tablet dings with a message, and you stop rolling to take it out.

TH: wit wher ar yu
TH: cnt fin yu n huse
MGW: I'm in the bedroom!
TH: o
TH: ..
TH: Wernt thos ony populr te yers ag
MGW: WELL IN MY WAY THEYRE POPULAR NOW GENESIS NOT TEN YEARS AGO
TH: Oky
TH: Stil cnt beleve yure int whelies

TH: O
TH: My or my nt hve droped coch ou wndow
TH: Sry

Bonus:

TH: I stil md
MGW: You're still mad?? What are you going to do this time?
TH: Somethin ridiculous nd otrageous prbably
TH: ..
TH: I gona strngle a prrot
MGW: NOT IN MY WAY YOU WONT