Yeah, money becomes a problem for a lot of people wanting basic needs.

[He knows how it is, it's the pits.

Still, the description of Vergil's father actually has Nox cackle, one hand quickly trying to cover his mouth afterwards. Should he be laughing at this? Probably not, but it's too late now.]

Man, I'd love to grill his ass on how a car works, considering I know that shit now. And yeah, no point in getting more than-

[That number makes his jaw slack as he stares back at his father in disbelief.]

Sixteen? What the fuck does he do with them, let them sit in a fucking showroom?