It had been a long day on the island of Sodor. Gordon, exhausted, was pulling in to the station. His sleek, cylindrical metal body was streaked with mud and soot, marring his deep blue paint job. This wasn't fair, he thought. As a blue train, he had caste superiority over the vehicles of inferior colors, and because of that, he should have been the one to be able to pull the passenger cars today. He would have been able to- just like every day- if it wasn't for one thing. Well, one train, in particular.
Henry. That fucking Henry.
Gordon could still envision that smirk on Henry's stupid face as he had watched the green train pull out of the station with his- with Gordon's- passenger cars. He had even had the gall to give an impudent wistle at Gordon as he had chugged on past. The memory made Gordon's boiler boil.
Because of that, Gordon had had to pull freight cars. They had been dirty and smelly, and Gordon was ready for a nice rest and to finally be wiped clean. He closed his eyes as he pulled into his place, but something stopped him.
Someone was already there.
"Henry, what the fuck are you doing?" Gordon asked. His eyebrows narrowed and his nostrils flared.
The green male train gave a snicker. A wicked grin danced across his face.
"Hello Gordon. Did you have a fun day today?"
"Fuck you and all that you stand for!" Gordon snarled back. Henry let out a giggle.
"My my, Gordon. Aren't you looking filthy dirty?" He inched forward in place along the track until his bumper was merely inches from Gordon's.
"I just want to... lick all that dirt right off of you."