i shrugged because there were few things i worried less about than what some guy like cash thought about me . how does it make you feel -- i mean , my not recognizing who you are when you told me your name ? '' i backed up , never having seen bones like this . back on topic , he said , `` your flesh is battered and bruised and wo n't fetch me any money , but it will make a nice trophy for my case . he was getting too close to the truth . 