"It ain't helpin' mah case? People ar' jus' bein' pussified, da's all. Fuck 'em all." Neo retorted. He was always the type of person who disregarded most societal expectations, including ethical and moral objections. He saw those as a hindrance to what he wanted to do, but whatever he wanted to do simply came from whichever ideas came to him.<br/><br/>However, he was not as enthusiastic as he used to be when breaking rules, which explained why he worked under someone for pay. The very idea of him doing such conflicted him. On one hand, he gets paid to do something he enjoyed the most, which are acts considered to be immoral or unethical by conventional standards. But on the other hand, it was under the whims of someone with business interests. While it still confused him from time to time, he never gave thought about it since the whole thing worked in his favor, providing him both with an income and a sort of blank check over how he solves things.<br/><br/>"To tell ya' the straight dope, tho'." He began explaining. "It's only been ten years since tha' demon started his nightly shitfit. Ten fuckin' years, for shit's sake. I kno' jackshit 'bout demon lifespans, but it seems like ou' lil' ass'recker shoul' be goin' full retard now. But, with our sitrep righ' now, it's a real FUBAR. Nuttin' changed, but it's still murdah'. We still ain't got no dead mo'fo' 'side their cribs. Ya' feel me? It has been chowin' fo' so long, but it still ain't passin' thru solid shit."<br/><br/>"Well, all we hav' is a goddamn phone book, so we dunno who's the oldest fart or the next deadmeat for dat demon. And jus' goin' by the bookmarks is bollocks." He continued his explanation. "Le's go to the nearest guy. Ya' take tha' lead, ya' got the phonebook anyway."