[Apollo will be glad that the punk riding him didn't want a mohawk. Getting all this stuff out of his hair is already going to be a pain.

He gives Cobra the finger with one hand while he finishes the beer with the other, crushes the can in his hand, and chucks it into an off-camera recycling station.]

Hey, fuck you! I ain't gotta conform to how the System says I gotta look! 'Sides, I ain't the fucker who can't talk right and's hidin' his ugly mug.

And you seriously expect someone to bring you El Zorua? Alive? [Snort.] Yer pretty retarded, fucker.