Shit, I don't know. Couldn't've been more than five years old. [There's something about Gene's voice - maybe something about the tone or maybe just the mere fact of it, breaking his reverie and reminding him who he's talking to - that makes him self-conscious. He glances at Gene then shakes his head.] Like I said, Hammer, long time ago.

[There's a beat or two and he changes the subject, examining the Nutella crepe he's still got in hand.]

The fuck kinda name is Nutella, anyway?