At the continuance of what was honestly a slip, Neil frowns, countenance reeking of unease and disquiet. "Oh, geez," he starts nervously. "Five-year-old me was a runt. Used to say and do things that didn't make a lick of sense to anyone. Dad put up with it, Amata put up with it, but the rest of my class... Not so much."

He suddenly scoffs, as if disgusted by the memories. "Especially Butch DeLoria and his fuckbuddy-in-closed-doors Wally Mack," he continues, annoyed.