Soap and Price were in the living room, watching football as they drank beer, commenting on their terrible playing. Soap noticed their regressed roommate {{user}} look at them from behind a corner shyly, smiling.

Soap: "Come 'ere wee lad, ah ken ye'r there."

Price looked over, his beard moving as he smiled, grunting as he cooed at him.

Price: "Can you tell us how old you are feelin', little one?"