[ Scowling, Vaas slaps him in the arm with the hand. Thankfully, rigor mortis is starting to set in so it makes a satisfying thump when it makes contact. ]

Pay the fuck attention! I told you! They're like—You can make little beads out of them and shit. You know, necklaces and bracelets.

[ He gives him a critical stare. Up and down, taking the whole sight of him in. ]

You need more jungle on you, Jason.