"Well, nice to meet you too, shank."

I was confused. Why the hell did they call me a shank?

Memory loss is frustrating, yes.

It feels like someone took a chunk of your vocab and threw it to the trash can.

"Good that!"

My mind is swirling with questions.

"What happened? Why am I here? Who are you-"

"Sheesh, slim it greenie."The Brit said."So, since ya arrived here early, you will get a job, assigned for today."

"What's my job, dude?"

The brit twitched. HOLY COW HIS EYEBROWS ARE HUGE!!!!

"Use proper grammar, and your job now is being a track-hoe."