The black-haired stalker finally introduced himself to Neo. His name was Tristram, and added that he was some kind of student in the Academy City. It became more apparent to Neo how nervous Tristarm was, as his hands were positioned in such a way that he was preparing for a fight. He asked Neo what was his intentions and purposes in being a guest of the Academy City.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that's tha' shit I'm talkin' 'bout." Neo said. "But we gotta make a few thangs clear, m'kay? First off, I dun want'ya mouthin' off all about these fedora mo'fo's. Ya' kno' who them dipshits are. Ya' almost blew it, yanno, sayin' da name of tha' Mickey Mouse organization. So don't ya fuckin' do that. Ya' unda'stan' all the fuckin' words coming from mah mouth, huh?"<br/><br/>Neo continued. "'Sides, it ain't just me 'ere in tha' house, yo. Me and mah crew have also been 'ere. Sum gaddarn brilliant script kiddie told mah boss's retarded Nip bitch that fags be snitchin' 'ere all the fucking time. Nobody wants that shit, so we all hafta go 'ere 'cuz we all hav' sum ax ta' grind with those eye-in-the-sky motha'fucks, geddit?"<br/><br/>"'Nd by the looks of ya' and that guy who told shit to us, seems that not e'eryone in dis city is stupid 'nuff to get duped by dat kinda shit. I dun wanna hav' niggers watching me fuck a 'ho eitha', Trisboi. Fuckin' fags wanna count tha' veins on mah big hard cock, man." The bartender finally served Neo his drink, and he quickly emptied the shot glass bottoms up. "Yo' bartender, I've had 'nuff. Put it on mah tab."<br/><br/>"Oh, by the way," He took out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it up on his lips. However, there was something peculiar in the way he did it: He covered the open end of the stick and lit it up using the spit of flame he snapped out from his fingers. Neo needed to be discreet. "Ya' can call me Cap'n Candy Floss. Or Neo. Ya' choice, mah man."