"Are ya' fuckin' nuts or what?" Neo immediately snapped back. "Bitch, if we questioned the next mo'fucker righ' now aftah this an' den dey see ol' Martha 'ere lying on the flo', the dipshit we just asked will kno' dat we whacked 'er since he kno's them reasons why. And next thang ya' kno', we get our asses pinched by the pigs. An' d'ya' kno' what? Dis place righ' here is a forensic gold mine. We got fuckin' prints e'erywhere on dis place. Dis is sloppy work righ' 'ere, yanno? What we oughta do is to clean dis place and hide the body. Hell, if ya' can chow on it, dat'll be great too."<br/><br/>"But bitch, please." He continued as he picked up his handgun and kept it back into his jacket. "Ya' said sum'thin' 'bout a former cult member as a copper here, didn't ya? 'Cause that's what I think this Cajun shithole has, way back durin' the missin' baby days. And if dat's true, den we are goin' to get assfucked if we don't lay low fo' a while after cleanin' the evidence. I've been to Angola Penitentiary once, yanno? I did a whole lotta buttwreckin' myself."<br/><br/>"And the only way fo' us not to get assfucked in jail is if we can make it look like nuttin happened. Ya' got me?"