"Foreboding my ass." Neo said, with all dismissal. "Ya' don't even kno' why this dipshit Morgan has a thirteen on his crib or if he cares 'bout shit like dat. If he can give 'em demons a beep to hell, then why didn't Martha do sum shit like dat? Why go full-retard 'nd kill yo'self, if yo' have the mad skillz to summon a demon, righ'?"<br/><br/>"Ya' said believin' sum'thin' is powahful. If then, shoul' we just tell e'ery Tom, Dick and Ass in this Luzziane backwater to not believe in da' damn demon that fucks one of 'em over e'erynigh'?" He asked her. "Bitch, we hav' a huge-ass org dat wanna keep magic from bein' discovered by the rest of da' plebs out t'ere. And yeah, magic's so fuck-special 'cause only a few niggas kno' how it works. Does dat mean it ain't existin' anymo'? This is a fuckin' world were people are tippin' 'em fedoras and hav' their faith in sci-and-tech. Does this mean magi like me should be in the nutter house 'cause magic runs on belief?"<br/><br/>"If ya' worried sick like shit about the damn number, den we can just call the visits off right now and get me some fucking fags, y'know?" Neo sighed. "'Sides, there's no way I can get pussy from this town right now. Their nightlife's shot to kingdom-fuckin'-come by that kite demon. So I want me sum' fags righ' now."