"Let's pretend here, for one fuckin' minute that I lost my memory and don't know what the hell it is that I am supposed to be learning." He was getting frustrated. Not with Creed, but the fact it seemed he made a pattern out of this.
It was true though, he tried to fit in, dwell among the humans incognito. Hadn't worked yet, always felt like the rug was being yanked out from under him. He downed the shot, disappointed that he'd let this happen for so long apparently.
"Head's fucked up enough, let's start with the beginnin' work our way forward." He nodded to the waitress. "Next ten rounds are on me."