Neo hissed. "Don't be fuckin' stupid. Creative insults are still insults. That's like sayin' ya' gotta be elegant while takin' a shit o' pukin' o' somethin'. If you gonna hafta shit-talk som'one, keep dat shit short. Stringin' words to tell some nigger how much he sucks is tryin' too hard. Ain't nobody got time to listen to dat. I could tell my German boss that he's a beer-swillin', kraut-eatin', pansy-assed, buttermountain Jerry or some shit lik' dat 'nd it actually wouldn't fuckin' matter. So, why do dat when you could just call him a Nazi?"<br/><br/>"But yeah," He then changed the subject. "I'm gonna give ya' a short answer to that. Yeah, we should be gettin' the fuck outta' dodge if that piece-a-shit starts killin' sum' mo' per session. The long answer is dat this thang can't even pass thru fuckin' solid walls! It smells like some asstard of a wannabe witch summoned it when it was still a cute lil' fleshloaf of a demon, then fed it spoiled 'til it grew up to be a pain in da ass. Dat'll explain the ol' missin' baby reports, but not why it took fuckin' years befo' it started killin' peeps e'erywhere in dis town."<br/><br/>"So, yeah, we bettah get this shit runnin'." He looked at the wall clock of the library. "We got all day, but not when we're dealin' with shit lik' this. Le's go togetha'. If we split, we migh' not be coverin' all bases of whatta ask. Ya' get me?"