[You'd think that living where he did would have instilled in him a greater desire to pick up useful language... And you'd be half right; he knows enough to make deals, negotiate business ventures, if you will... That and the swears, of course.

But everybody knows those.

He's good with changing the subject, though, because come on. You can't not talk about zombies. Leaning against the counter, he drags a hand down the side of his face with a groan.]

I don't even know, man. [He lets his hand settle at his neck, a tell that he's still not quite finished being shaken by it. He axed a (dead) dude in the face, that's not something he'll be forgetting any time soon.] I'm not gonna be touching House of the Dead for, like... Years. Steering way clear of arcades for the foreseeable future.