"Yes, but YOU taste like third level. If you've got anything about third level, you just found it. You see, level one is sharp rocks. Level two, everything up to steel. Level three is silicon, level four is bio engineered, and level five is everything about that. All the stuff that makes level one's believe in god." Raidou smiled. "Tech affects farming, affect flavor. And the bio engineered ones are usually more. Well. You know. Smart enough to know not to pull a gun on a guy who took your momento without even touching you, hardly. "
He twisted the gun out of his new friends hand, spun it, and pointed it at his face. "My name's Raidou. You're not the first person to think their friends are coming, and you won't be the last. Can I get you a drink?"