"Well, are ya' fuckin' kiddin' me?" Neo suddenly asked her. He reacted as if she said something really ridiculous about the situation.<br/><br/>"Ya' scared of thirteen? Ya' really take 'em ol' stories seriously? Bitch, if thirteen scares da fuck outta yo' mind, den wha' 'bout our demon? Don't tell me ya' just wanna quit 'cause yo' afraid? If ya' ain't, den fuck da goddamn number. Thirteen can go suck mah dick like a dirty slut." He snickered and went on. "Even if our amateur fuck-ups of a cult has a fetish fo' it, it still means jackshit. Just because magic exists doesn't mean anythin' has mageshit 'bout it. Especially numbers, I fuckin' tell ya'. Fo' sum'one who looks like they awready got pass the livor mortis of their life, ya' worry too much 'bout fuckin' numbers. If them math nerds ain't pissing their pants over it, then ya' shouldn't."<br/><br/>"But yeah," he continued speaking. "Dat shit wit' Martha went completely deep south of shit and I'm fuckin' mad at it 'cause it didn't happen in the way it should, ya' kno'? And I'm outta Lucky Strikes, so ya' gon' bring me to whateva' dis bayou shithole has the closest to a convenience sto' or shit."