"Well I ain't got any clue about what the 'good stuff' means when it comes to this crap," I growl, glaring at Neil for all of a few seconds, 'cause seriously? Not at least telling me what the hell I was tryin' to fight my way against in opening that door? Sure, I know a lot of the Oceanic survivors would've done that, but Neil, hell. Could've shown a little more love.

I hold myself silent for a bit, but I just can't help asking. "What in the hell makes this island think that I'd want any of this, anyhow? What's it tryin' to say?"