"Eh, fuck it, you'll prolly tear mah ass apart an'way unless I go tot'lly be a fawnin' spineless dipshit 'bout yer damn cupcakes." Neo replied dismissively to her treats of being body-locked. "But dun ya' evuh say I din' eat 'em, nevahmind dat I'm lookin' at 'em as free food, not gifts from you 'nd sheit. So shudda fuck up."<br/><br/>"Tha only reason I'm 'Merican is 'cuz I wanna be 'Merican, simple as dat. I served dis fuckin' country, so the Feds can suck mah dick if they say I ain't one. Fuckin' dipshits dun' even kno' how it feels to bomb Japs, Zips or Krauts back den. Feels lik' the spirit of the country back out dere in the killan' fields." Neo took another drink of the lemonade. "But speakin' o' dipshits, dun' worry 'bout it. Jappy almost likes e'eryone it ain't even real but it is, while Ratt's too autistic too care fo' anyone, not even fo' himself. He only cares about bein' clean, orderly 'n' being an actual livin' stereotype. Immortality ain't meanin' ya' have to talk shit to an'wun."<br/><br/>"An' oh, you don't mind if I sleep ove'?" He looked at her. He was feeling surly, drinking more cherry lemonade. "Den ya' shouldn't mind if I don't wanna. I dunno but I'd ratha' walk 'round this ol' city while gettin' piss drunk 'n' startin' shit wit' a hobo righ' now."