"And this is why ya' don't get a fuckin' say 'bout all of this." Neo dismissed her more. "You don't kno' shit 'bout magic theory. I do, and I've been into this shit since I was a goddamn kid, so fuck you. And one mo' thing: I fuckin' dare ya' to call yo'self a goddamn magi or a magecraft practitioner to people righ' now. Mo'fuckers will call ya' nutters. In otha' words, unless e'eryone believes us, we cray to 'em."<br/><br/>He snickered smugly. "But dat's not the way it works, ain't it? Putting a number in yo' crib ain't in the same ballpark as demon-callin'. It ain't that simple." He felt proud to himself due to his training as a magi and alchemist, even if he considered himself only good at the theoretical aspects of it. For him, that was better than not being versed with the principles of magic, especially in a world which has an active disbelief in it.<br/><br/>When they saw the gas station, he replied to Unknown's quip about the situation. "Corpse-fucking sucks dick. Take it from me. Back just befo' them Pearl Hubba' Jap-attacks, I got too curious 'n' horny fo' my own fucking good. So, I prowled around two towns away from mah home. I found dis hot slut, gave her a good ol' whiff of poison, stuffed her in my trunk and tried to fuck her home. Wasn't very exciting. Wha' a waste of a sexy bitch. I might as well as jack off, ya' know?"<br/><br/>Neo entered the convenience store and after a few minutes, he came out with a stick of cigarette in his mouth. He took out his Zippo lighter to lit the cigarette, which made him puff smoke. He then said, "Now dat's bettah. It's showtime, motherfuckers."