You know, I had quite forgotten this - years and years ago part of my father's job was to interview prospective pupils for the school in which he taught, and their parents. This was at a time, and in a place, before the yooniq names began to be popular.
One couple came to see him and referred to their son Gooey, pronounced as you would think - gooey as in icing, or caramel. My father thought he must have misheard. Then they said it again. And again. Over the next 30 minutes my father came up with wilder and wilder guesses as to what the child's name could be, none of which he dared say aloud. He kept saying 'your son' instead. He didn't dare to fill in the application form. Instead, he pushed the form across the desk and asked the father to complete the first section. Child's surname. Child's forename.
G u y. Pronounced gooey.
All he could think was that it was a family joke so old that the family had ceased to notice it. The child didn't attend the school in the end so my father never found out what he called himself.