"Sunnavabitch, I told to just put one fuckin' drop!" Neo exclaimed disappointingly. "Dat's gon' to run out as fast as weed to a fuckin' hippie, and I dun hafta cookin' station to make one 'gain in this damn city."<br/><br/>Neo then tried to smoke once more, until he realized that his cigarette has completely burned out already. He then went to the ashtray in the coffee table and pressed down the cigarette butt to extinguish its embers. He left the butt in the ashtray and walked back to his metal box of potions, saying "Goddamn it, I told ya' I ain't quackin' on ya'. Just before tha' fuckin' Prohibition, I tried sellin' this fuckin' shit at Utah, but it turns out that those buncha Mormons don't even wanna give me a chance. And the rest of them actually believed those little quack shits that sell shit that don't work. That's the reason why I don't patient mah meds, gurl. It ain't worth the fuckin' effort at all."<br/><br/>He then leaned at the bar counter beside the potion box and looked at Lexi. Not only was he satisfied that the potion worked well, but also noticed that she looked a bit more attractive with cherry red hair. "So yeah, wanna keep that red hair or what?" He then went behind the bar counter and grabbed himself some whiskey on a lowball glass and chilled with ice. He took a sip from the glass and said, "I'm tellin' ya', if ya' want red hair, I can give it to you. But we still have some scouting to do, gurl."<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, speakin' of dat." He went on. "Those hair dyes are the reason why we don't need no camo shit. The plan is this: We get t'ere, we take a bird's nest view on their 'hood, we come back here, and we change colors. That's mah plan so far, and we can just make shit up while there for the rest of the walk. Hell, we can even go to the faggots at the hair salon and get a hair cut, just to fuck with them more. So, how's that sound, huh?"