"Well, ya' asked it, ya' got it, bitch." Neo replied without any intention to insult Unknown. "If Cap'n Candy Floss ain't workin' fo' ya', den eitha' go wit' Henry Wilson Smith, Dante de Medici, Fabro Metzger, Joseph Nestor or Jan Neo Langraad. But I'mma giv' ya' the tip: My boss and dat retarded Jap lady in our crew calls me Neo for a damn good reason, I fuckin' tell ya'. They be like, Neo, fetch me mah shitrag o' sumfin', yanno wha' I'm sayin'? Ya' feel me?"<br/><br/>It wasn't too unusual for Neo to reveal all of the names he had used throughout his life, either as a punchline to a joke or to make a point. He thought to himself that he could be making up names in an instant and people will almost certainly take them as they are. Thus, he just revealed all the names he used in order to eliminate any effort of actually making up names. The ambiguity of the names provided him a source both of humor and relief, two of the things that actually never got old for him, despite seeing many more things he considered as greater.<br/><br/>"But yeah," he began to answer her previous question. "'Ere's da plan, m'kay? We come as a buncha' mo'fuckahs wit' a cover-up story. Somethin' like a survey or shit lik' dat. It has ta' sound like it's from da county gub'mint. O' jus' any fuckin' alphabet soup pigsty dat sound like they gonna' 'rek shit up if ya' dun listen. And den, went we get der, we begin foreplayin' her with questions like how she is today o' how does she feel or sum'thing. Then, we give her the straight dope. Ya' unda'stand me or what?"<br/><br/>"If yo' into dis shit now, den 'nock the fuck outta her door or call her a stupid bitch. I dun care, as long as she knows we here. Okay?" Neo instructed.