"Nah, one bag's gonna do it. Ain't gonna need mo' shit than that." Neo replied, then grabbed a couple more spotting scopes of the shelves.<br/><br/>He then added, "And we ain't gonna fuckin' need the rest of the shit ya' just mentioned. No smokes, no soap and no rope, they're fucking useless. We ain't gonna camp out there fo' days. And Swiss army knives suck cock. If I want shit like that, I'll get a Multitool. But even then, we might not even need that shit. So yeah, just get some cuppa 'nergy bars and be done with it."<br/><br/>He then saw the red-haired Lexi tug on the collar of the shopkeeper and make a story up about them being nature photographers wanting to catch a sight of a rare seagull. He leaned at the counter to watch her intimidate the clerk, much to his amusement. He had a big grin on his face when the clerk looked at him, as if he was pleading to make her let go of his collar.<br/><br/>She then produced a platinum credit card at the clerk, while saying that it belongs to her "sugar daddy". Neo chuckled at this, as he thought that it seemed as if Lexi was getting some of his attitude after just spending a short amount of time. He then joked to himself that, maybe, he might have transferred some of his attitude to her via sexual contact, as if it was some kind of a disease or ailment.<br/><br/>"C'mon, ya' dickcheese." Neo told the clerk. "That gull ain't gonna wait fo'evah. I have to take a damn shot at that burd befo' it fucks off outta this shithole. Then my editor's gonna fuck me in the ass. Ya' understand me, huh? So yeah, just make yo' ass useful, and do yo' fucking job."