He remembered that name. It was the name he was given when he contracted. It was the name his manual had referred to him as.
He stood up and made another careless shrug. "You think I don't know that? What did you think I was ready to clock you for? Buncha fools from down the lane stroll up into my yard every few days just to wreck shit. They wreck shit at school, too. Unless you're here to bust a cap in their asses, I don't really get why you're here. Whaddya mean it's your 'job' to look after me? Have you been spyin' on me? Were you the bird outside my window? That dumbfuck cosmic... I knew it wasn't no bird. You don't get that eerie feeling from no flying fuck," He took a breath and rubbed his head. He felt a headache setting in. He sat back down, keeping his eyes focused on Hound. "For your information, I didn't really see the point, aight? I figured, if some Pro-Entropy fools want to come and wreck shit, I'll just ice 'em myself. I don't need help from nobody, so I didn't seek anyone out. And besides, ain't like I've really had a need to do any of that since none of 'em have come to wreck my shit. So, to answer your question, I was planning on waiting til hell froze over and heaven caught fire. Get my drift?"