"...It's you again."

"No, little boy. He loves me."

"Listen, you little shit -"

"..."

"...This isn't right. You're like six."

"...Give your brother the damn phone."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME, FOOL?!"

"HE TOLD YOUR MOTHER ABOUT ME?!"

"...HE DIDN'T TELL HER MY REAL NAME?! HE CALLS ME FUCKING DONALD?! I'M ABOUT TO BEAT YOUR BROTHER'S ASS."

"Or give him a new asshole. Whichever ones more painful."

"Psst. Farah's better."

"What's your name?"

"Well, Charlie, just wait until I meet your mother. Then I'll see you. And you'll see me. That will be the last day you live."

"...How about we beat up your brother? I'm sure it'll be fun to beat up that sarcastic butt face."

"I'm being age appropriate Mr.I-am-six-and-a-half."

"Awh. My little heart."

"Because I'm Farah. People love me."

"..."

"You tell me that now?"

"NO. I DID NOT."

"OH, I KNOW I DO. I'm going and I'm killing your brother."

"...Just for you, I'll make myself presentable."

"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"

"Likewise, Charlie. Now tell me where your brother will be."