"If sum bad blood ain't gonna stop 'em, den we'll hav' some huge-ass shit-wrecking demon e'erywhere 'ere in 'Mericuh, 'stead of da lil' royal pain-in-the-ass fuckin' roamin' 'round righ' now." Neo kept his retorts. He was a man who wasted no time in looking for opportunities to shoot another person down, especially when it came to his field of expertise. He did this even at the expense of the other person. He was not doing such in the for logic, reason or science's sake, but rather for his ego. "But yeah, maybe it won't eat what looks shit to it. I mean, it's the same reason why people don't have to kno' how lit'ral shit is full of disease to not eat it. They jus' don't eat it 'cause it's fuckin' disgusting."<br/><br/>"As fo' Charlie boy, we'll just have to see the newspaper clippin's if he's dead o' not." He went on. "Ratt and the retarded Jap lady hav' 'em compiled in our motel room, if ya' didn't kno' awready. 'Sides, I still hafta take tha' membah's list from ya' so dat we can see who isn't fuckin' dead. And so far I kno', Martha's gotta be crossed outta the 'not fuckin' dead' list. And ol' man?"<br/><br/>"Yes, what is it?" Morgan reacted.<br/><br/>"You guys gotta meet mah crew. Ratt's gotta' lotsa money to throw and solvin' this shit is a business mattah ta 'im. An' we gotta see that ol' manor fo' ourselves, so we can see what in actual fuck in happenin' in thurr. If Charlie fucked-up big time lik' dat, I don't really think he has a plan B fo' in case his pet goes batshit on him, as it did."