The amount of awkward in the air is as tangible as if it were fear and he had his voodoo back. Its even more frustrating that he can't just turn it off either, even as he tries to ignore it. He wants to cull every single motherfucker what may have saw.

"AIN'T IT MOTHERFUCKING SOMETHING; food here what ain't even require a hunt," He muses. "YOU PICK. Have no motherfucking preference up with I." Well, he might have, but he'd rather say that than that he had no clue where to go.