Psh, he can't help it if Heiji infers exactly the dumbest things. It doesn't matter, really. Nobody has called him John in the past one-hundred years or so anyway.

"Ride my motorcycle 'round the city. Breathe. Eat. Hunt down the occasional victim. Clip my toenails. I'm boring, really." Except for the part where one of those things was not like the other.