[ Angelo's quiet for a few seconds. He briefly considers hanging up on Eiffel, who is such an unbelievable asshole that he's making Angelo seem like an angel by comparison. He sighs. ]

No, it was my thing. My brother was into – fucking, I dunno, Pokeman cards. He was five years younger than me, we didn't play together. I had trains. One year, I guess I was getting kind of old for trains anyway, but I really wanted this one specific train for my twelfth birthday. It was a Hornby Princess Elizabeth. I used to get these magazines with trains in them, and I really wanted that one, I wanted it so fucking bad it was stupid. It was the only thing I asked for. So it came around to my birthday and I got up out of bed and there was one present, y'know, gift-wrapped and all. And I opened it, and it was this shitty plastic Thomas the Tank Engine thing. And my dad's like, y'know, since I'm so obsessed with toy trains then he got me a toy train. But then my brother's birthday comes around, and he opens his presents, and one of them's a Hornby fuckin' Princess fuckin' Elizabeth. He asked for it. And then he comes to my fuckin' bedroom and he's like, 'Hey, do you want this?' Little shit.