"You stupid bitch," Neo insulted her. "Of course, I'mma take da book from ya' to photocopy it, ya' dumbshit! Wha' I mean is I won't, like, take the fuckin' thang away from you and nevah giv' it back, yanno' wha' I mean?!"<br/><br/>"Also, in regards to my vulgarity, I don't think that such diction of mine should carry any weight in whether what I say is truth or falsehood. That, I reckon, is not a proper way to judge a man's argument." He said it in an unspecified British accent, which was his native one. And then suddenly, he went back to General American accent, as he said, "So shut da fuck up 'bout that shit, 'kay? That shit doesn't fuckin' matter at all."<br/><br/>"But yeah, askin' why our monsta' only eats one unlucky asshole per night is maybe like asking why do we need to eat only up until we're all full as hell. I mean, food is good, but you're gonna puke out yo' guts if ya' eat mo' than ya' could, ya' get me?" Neo continued to explain. "And if this guy already beefed himself up with all the eatin' he did, then probably we must get into solving this shit quickly 'cause it sounds like this ain't gonna be the last time he's gonna grow. By then, our asses are gonna get whacked and 'recked hard if we don't find a way to stop him."<br/><br/>"And if this lil' shit is really a fuckin' demon, then we need to find a damn way quick. I ain't no demonologist, so I kno' jack shit 'bout the demons except from the Ars Goetia." Neo sighed. "Maybe our only chance is to get to the membah's of this secret club which started this shitstorm and ask them what the fuck happened and what they were thinking. I mean, really, demons suck. And by the way this motha'fuckah moves and looks, he's no high-rankin' demon. Maybe he's a low-rank. And that explains why he's throwin' a shitfit in this town e'erynight. Ya' get what I'm sayin'?"