"Eh c'mon," Neo interjected, annoyed by the fact that his hair was being fixed again by Maria. While he does manage to bath himself with the standard "soap-and-shampoo-treatment" properly, he wasn't the type to pay any further attention to styling himself but only when it was necessary for various reasons. "I'm tellin' ya, back when I furst came 'ere in 'Mericuh thru' Ellis Island, the world nevah had hairsprays o' shi' lik' dat. Der's soap awready back den, yeah. But das 'cuz Yurop had it back w'en t'ey wer' gon' medieval up their each otha's asses."<br/><br/>"I'm an alchemist and I kno' how to make basic booze, plain soap and gunpowder. Anywun callin' demselves alchemist but kno' jack shit in makin' those three ar' posers, I tell ya'." Neo declared with his usual demeanor. "Kids gon' be like, I wunna transmute metal into gold or be immowtal 'nd shit. I say them niggas be lookin' at it the 'rong way. Oh, fo' sho', the first alchemists were lookin' fo' dat, but as soon as e'erybody realized how all dem fancy thangs will fuck shit up for real an' dey can't handle it? People gon' be lik', hol' up, I t'ank we all bein' retarded. And so they changed da rules of dis alchemy game. They hafta."<br/><br/>"Nowadays, sum poser wit' too much time on his dick-skinnaz will decide to take up alchemy instead." Neo said, as he sighed with regret. "'Nodah dipshit blew up his ass sky-high 'cuz he was doing shit wit' solid sodium 'nd turned his kitchen sink into a workshop. Whadda fuck was he thinking?"