Yeah, you're a prickly guy and ya snap at me a lot.

[ He wavers a moment, wondering if he should say it or not, and he decides since it's little England, he won't make fun of him for saying it. ]

But not at first. When I was little you were always nice to me, and you smiled whenever you came back for me. It was really good for a couple centuries. I was happy.

[ Wow, an admission he rarely tells anyone. He seems a little depressed again, but he shrugs it off. ]

But I got bigger, and things changed. We changed. And then you hated me until I came to save your ass earlier this century and now we're best friends even though you still scowl and smack me!