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|Name: Jacqueline Joel Harkness
Nickname: Jack
Age: 26
Height: 5â8
Sexuality: Bisexual
Afflictions: Lycanize
i still hate yâall bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck yâall haters
And whata fucking bout it? Who gives a fuck? Does it hurt you, does it break into your home and steal your meemawâs ashes? Does it spit on your holy symbol? No? Then shut the fuck up
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
"The 'tool shed'? Every other fucking room in this place has tools in it. And no I haven't seen your try-hard emo punk jacket." Summers narrows their eye at Jack, suspecting bullshit. Whatever she did, Summers better not be the one that gets blamed for it.
"Yes, the one one this floor." Jack looked around making sure the boss wasn't coming around the corner. "Like you would even know the difference in those music genres." she rolled her eyes.
âWhatever you broke, you better not try to blame me for it when the boss finds out.â
"For the LAST TIME." she sighed "I didn't break anything!" Jack clearly tried to keep her voice down when she wanted to yell at this little asshole. "And I'm not gonna "Blame you" shit for brains, I was only asking you for help."
âWell I havenât seen your jacket, so I donât know what you expect me to do. Youâre just gonna have to ask Heisenberg for another key.â
"No. No we are not going to do that." Pride would not let her accept that. "ugh fine." she started walking away turning the corner and disappearing. It would only be a few moments before she could be heard "AH HAH!" as she came dashing back again now with a shiny new, (old) crow bar in hand. "YES now lets go, we need to go to the forge"
They look at the crowbar, and then at Jack, and then towards the foundry. â...ohh, no. No, donât tell me youâre planning on breaking into something...â
"PSh no. But I do need you now come on, I need to to grab something while I hold the two ends apart, it wont take long."
â...â Summers gives her some serious side-eye. âThatâs some seriously concerning phrasing...â Sighing, he sets down the molds heâs working on and stomps after Jack. âFine. Letâs just get this over with.â
Jack walked briskly, the sooner she got this fixed the faster she could get back to work and the Boss wouldn't have to know a thing. Win/win! "Thank you," she said softly while Summers was still within earshot.
Down into the foundry, this started to heat up very quickly. Jack already was starting to miss the cooler air of the higher level. After a few turns, she came across a conveyor belt system that was used for processing the raw ore into workable metal ingots. The issue was the belt that carried the molds was stuck. âThere,â she said pointing to a spot on the belt. âIâm gonna separate those two pieces I need you to grab that hand rammer down there okay,â
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
"The 'tool shed'? Every other fucking room in this place has tools in it. And no I haven't seen your try-hard emo punk jacket." Summers narrows their eye at Jack, suspecting bullshit. Whatever she did, Summers better not be the one that gets blamed for it.
"Yes, the one one this floor." Jack looked around making sure the boss wasn't coming around the corner. "Like you would even know the difference in those music genres." she rolled her eyes.
âWhatever you broke, you better not try to blame me for it when the boss finds out.â
"For the LAST TIME." she sighed "I didn't break anything!" Jack clearly tried to keep her voice down when she wanted to yell at this little asshole. "And I'm not gonna "Blame you" shit for brains, I was only asking you for help."
âWell I havenât seen your jacket, so I donât know what you expect me to do. Youâre just gonna have to ask Heisenberg for another key.â
"No. No we are not going to do that." Pride would not let her accept that. "ugh fine." she started walking away turning the corner and disappearing. It would only be a few moments before she could be heard "AH HAH!" as she came dashing back again now with a shiny new, (old) crow bar in hand. "YES now lets go, we need to go to the forge"
They look at the crowbar, and then at Jack, and then towards the foundry. â...ohh, no. No, donât tell me youâre planning on breaking into something...â
"PSh no. But I do need you now come on, I need to to grab something while I hold the two ends apart, it wont take long."
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
"The 'tool shed'? Every other fucking room in this place has tools in it. And no I haven't seen your try-hard emo punk jacket." Summers narrows their eye at Jack, suspecting bullshit. Whatever she did, Summers better not be the one that gets blamed for it.
"Yes, the one one this floor." Jack looked around making sure the boss wasn't coming around the corner. "Like you would even know the difference in those music genres." she rolled her eyes.
âWhatever you broke, you better not try to blame me for it when the boss finds out.â
"For the LAST TIME." she sighed "I didn't break anything!" Jack clearly tried to keep her voice down when she wanted to yell at this little asshole. "And I'm not gonna "Blame you" shit for brains, I was only asking you for help."
âWell I havenât seen your jacket, so I donât know what you expect me to do. Youâre just gonna have to ask Heisenberg for another key.â
"No. No we are not going to do that." Pride would not let her accept that. "ugh fine." she started walking away turning the corner and disappearing. It would only be a few moments before she could be heard "AH HAH!" as she came dashing back again now with a shiny new, (old) crow bar in hand. "YES now lets go, we need to go to the forge"
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
"The 'tool shed'? Every other fucking room in this place has tools in it. And no I haven't seen your try-hard emo punk jacket." Summers narrows their eye at Jack, suspecting bullshit. Whatever she did, Summers better not be the one that gets blamed for it.
"Yes, the one one this floor." Jack looked around making sure the boss wasn't coming around the corner. "Like you would even know the difference in those music genres." she rolled her eyes.
âWhatever you broke, you better not try to blame me for it when the boss finds out.â
"For the LAST TIME." she sighed "I didn't break anything!" Jack clearly tried to keep her voice down when she wanted to yell at this little asshole. "And I'm not gonna "Blame you" shit for brains, I was only asking you for help."
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
"The 'tool shed'? Every other fucking room in this place has tools in it. And no I haven't seen your try-hard emo punk jacket." Summers narrows their eye at Jack, suspecting bullshit. Whatever she did, Summers better not be the one that gets blamed for it.
"Yes, the one one this floor." Jack looked around making sure the boss wasn't coming around the corner. "Like you would even know the difference in those music genres." she rolled her eyes.
Jack came walking briskly down the halls the ever distinguishable expression of panic on her face. Wearing just her black undershirt, followed by the rest of her outfit. She was covered in a layer of sweat and grim, clearly, she had just come from working in the forge. âShit shit shitâ she muttered under her breath. (Text only)
"...what the fuck did you break, Jack."
Jack skid to a stop and sneered at Summers, "I didn't break anything you ass," well that was only practically true- she DIDN'T break it. It just suddenly stopped working. But that's okay, "I left the keys to the tool shed in my Jacket. You seen it?" she can fix this. Maybe.
There would be a firm but short knocking at Karlâs quarters. Behind the door was Jack, now without her jacket her cherry bomb shirt on full display. Cradled carefully in her hand was a glass bottle filled with amber liquid and a pair of tumbler glasses held in her other hand.
ââŠBoss?â she said clearly not familiar with the word.
*Recognizing the voice, he blows out a big cloud of smoke with a long sigh. The knock was something he'd not expected. still needed to get used to those people roaming the factory after all.*
"Harkness..."
*After standing up from his seat, he walks to the door and opens it, trying not to look too mad. Seeing her without her jacket, then the bottle in her hands along with the glasses he smiles a little.
"Come to bring the strong stuff, huh?"
Jack shrugged "I think the strength all depends on the person," the bottle was nice, like the kind that distillers make when they know what the fuck they are doing. Single malt high quality, clearly she had been to see the Duke recently. imported directly from America and costing a pretty penny.
"Well?"
"Sure, get in."
*He waves her inside before sticking his head out of the doorway into the hallway, glaring suspiciously, checking if she was followed. When he was sure she was not, he closed the door.* "Take a seat."
*He offered as nicely as he could, still processing the headache from before.*
Jack wasted no time entering the room, she placed the glasses a bottle on the nearest table. Leaving the unopened offering of apology for Karl to inspect.
She found her seat on one of those old metal folding chairs leaning back in a slackers slouch.
âYou look beat,â she asked with genuine concern under the veil of being a bit of a shit.
"Yeah no shit."
*He turns around and walks up towards the bottle, inspecting it closely.*
"Well, how did a punk like you afford a bottle like this?"
*He chuckles and wuickly lifts his finger.*
"Wait- don't answer that, before I get a hurricane of your fucking anger all over me."
*Grabbing the glasses he fills them both up equally, maybe a little too much for a normal dose, but he didn't mind. He was out to drink for a purpose. Walking over towards Jack, he handed over her glass and then sat back into the chair he sat in before, taking the cigar from before from the ashtray.*
"I'm surprised you're here, Harkness. Specially with a gift like this."
*He raises his glass, before taking a sip.*
Jack rolled her eyes at the âpunkâ comment. She didnât respond in anger on the contrary Jack remained calm with only a little bit of sass in her voice.
âThe Duke, said he ordered to much sold it at a discount.â She said looking up and past Heisenburg. Clearly lying but hoping not to be pressed further.
âDonât expect it to happen often.â She took her first sip, the followed it with a smile. âDamnâ this is ally better than what Toms uncle made in his trailer out by St.Mary. Now that was some strong shit. Tasted like it too. But you knew who to go to if you wanted to be knocked off your assâ
Karl glares at her and shrugs as he decides to let Jack reminisce for a moment. He was totally going to out her on the bottle, she wasn't going to squirm her way out of it.
"You're right about that... It's quite good."
He emptied the glass in one gulp and instantly refilled it. He looked down to the glass and saw his reflection in the brownish liquid.
"But I wonder, Harkness... To what do I owe this little visit and and expensive bottle of whiskey? And don't lie, my bullshit detector already knows you've gotten it for something special."
Summer night memories of now dead friends faded back into the cold artificial reality with Heisenburgâs voice. She sighed and threw her head back, side eyeing the metal man as he took the whole glass down. *fucking show off* well two could play at that game! She took a second drink this time attempting to drink all of hers as well. She was successful but at the cost of a small coughing fit as the liquor burned her throat.
âFuCkâŠâ
Once things had settled she couldnât resist-
âBullshit detector?â She grinned â Really I thought everyone else just called it a noseâ
She wasnât gonna let things go that easily.
Karl laughed at the fact that she couldn't hold her liquor down, but had to admit the warmth of his first glass made him take off his hat. Out of decency he then also removed his glasses. For the first time showing himself fully towards Jack.
"I do have a pretty good nose as well if that matters to you, Harkness."
He bends forward to her and he grins slightly.
"But come now enough games, do tell me what's on your mind."
Jack let out a nervous chuckle; she would have preferred theyâd kept up with the petty insults and causal teasing. It made masking things like feelings easier, and made things seem less serious. There was no denying the Red head was in a state of limerence for this man, no matter how hard she tried to fight it. When he removed his barriers to communicate with her it only made things worse.
She got up and made her way over to pour herself another glass. Before taking a drink she looked back at this now exposed Heisenberg, âI wanted to apologize for earlier.â she stared down at the liquid that promised to make this whole ordeal easier. âAnd for that other..thing. With the creature,......thank you.â she took another drink this time not as foolishly large as the other.
CRASH! Something fell within the walls of the factory-multiple things actually. The culprit was undoubtedly the red headed dumbass who by the looks of things had somehow gotten two feral lycans to follow her right back to the factory. âFuckfuckfuckfuck!â She swerved around the corner hoping to lose them.
Heisenberg turns his head after the loud sound of items crashing onto the floor. As he does he spots a redhaired girl running around. He couldn't help but question why she was there and how she was still alive. "Now,now lycans. That is not how you treat guests". He grabs the creatures by the neck making them stop their relentless chase. Heisenberg turns his head to the girl. "You're new here and gotten yourself in quite mess. Now how did you get into my factory?"
Jack skid to a stop, almost losing her balance in the process. So her plan to evade was successful but now she had this asshole to deal with. Still with that adrenaline pumping she turned to face him, her posture showing that she was ready to fight-or flee.
âThe front door, dumbass.â she answered in a provoking sarcastic tone. His ability to stop the other Lycan was impressive, but also meant Jack couldn't trust him.
"In a hurry are we?" He asks, looking directly towards Jack. He was not fond of others just bursting into his factory as they wished whenever they wished." What are you even here for? Lost your friends while camping? An escape test subjects of Mother Miranda." His body language wasn't aggressive as one might have expected from a Lord like himself, behind him metal and things flew back into the shelf where they were before Jack managed ti knock them over."Well?"
âWhatâs itâs to you?â Jacks instincts pulling at her like strings. She needed to leave, who ever this wasâif he was just like that tall bitch then she needed to leave. Now. âLaterâ she turned to leave only to stop as she hissed grasping her side bright red liquid painted her finger tips. âFuckâ but she would still keep moving trying to get away.
CRASH! Something fell within the walls of the factory-multiple things actually. The culprit was undoubtedly the red headed dumbass who by the looks of things had somehow gotten two feral lycans to follow her right back to the factory. âFuckfuckfuckfuck!â She swerved around the corner hoping to lose them.
Heisenberg turns his head after the loud sound of items crashing onto the floor. As he does he spots a redhaired girl running around. He couldn't help but question why she was there and how she was still alive. "Now,now lycans. That is not how you treat guests". He grabs the creatures by the neck making them stop their relentless chase. Heisenberg turns his head to the girl. "You're new here and gotten yourself in quite mess. Now how did you get into my factory?"
Jack skid to a stop, almost losing her balance in the process. So her plan to evade was successful but now she had this asshole to deal with. Still with that adrenaline pumping she turned to face him, her posture showing that she was ready to fight-or flee.
âThe front door, dumbass.â she answered in a provoking sarcastic tone. His ability to stop the other Lycan was impressive, but also meant Jack couldn't trust him.
There would be a firm but short knocking at Karlâs quarters. Behind the door was Jack, now without her jacket her cherry bomb shirt on full display. Cradled carefully in her hand was a glass bottle filled with amber liquid and a pair of tumbler glasses held in her other hand.
ââŠBoss?â she said clearly not familiar with the word.
*Recognizing the voice, he blows out a big cloud of smoke with a long sigh. The knock was something he'd not expected. still needed to get used to those people roaming the factory after all.*
"Harkness..."
*After standing up from his seat, he walks to the door and opens it, trying not to look too mad. Seeing her without her jacket, then the bottle in her hands along with the glasses he smiles a little.
"Come to bring the strong stuff, huh?"
Jack shrugged "I think the strength all depends on the person," the bottle was nice, like the kind that distillers make when they know what the fuck they are doing. Single malt high quality, clearly she had been to see the Duke recently. imported directly from America and costing a pretty penny.
"Well?"
"Sure, get in."
*He waves her inside before sticking his head out of the doorway into the hallway, glaring suspiciously, checking if she was followed. When he was sure she was not, he closed the door.* "Take a seat."
*He offered as nicely as he could, still processing the headache from before.*
Jack wasted no time entering the room, she placed the glasses a bottle on the nearest table. Leaving the unopened offering of apology for Karl to inspect.
She found her seat on one of those old metal folding chairs leaning back in a slackers slouch.
âYou look beat,â she asked with genuine concern under the veil of being a bit of a shit.
"Yeah no shit."
*He turns around and walks up towards the bottle, inspecting it closely.*
"Well, how did a punk like you afford a bottle like this?"
*He chuckles and wuickly lifts his finger.*
"Wait- don't answer that, before I get a hurricane of your fucking anger all over me."
*Grabbing the glasses he fills them both up equally, maybe a little too much for a normal dose, but he didn't mind. He was out to drink for a purpose. Walking over towards Jack, he handed over her glass and then sat back into the chair he sat in before, taking the cigar from before from the ashtray.*
"I'm surprised you're here, Harkness. Specially with a gift like this."
*He raises his glass, before taking a sip.*
Jack rolled her eyes at the âpunkâ comment. She didnât respond in anger on the contrary Jack remained calm with only a little bit of sass in her voice.
âThe Duke, said he ordered to much sold it at a discount.â She said looking up and past Heisenburg. Clearly lying but hoping not to be pressed further.
âDonât expect it to happen often.â She took her first sip, the followed it with a smile. âDamnâ this is ally better than what Toms uncle made in his trailer out by St.Mary. Now that was some strong shit. Tasted like it too. But you knew who to go to if you wanted to be knocked off your assâ
Karl glares at her and shrugs as he decides to let Jack reminisce for a moment. He was totally going to out her on the bottle, she wasn't going to squirm her way out of it.
"You're right about that... It's quite good."
He emptied the glass in one gulp and instantly refilled it. He looked down to the glass and saw his reflection in the brownish liquid.
"But I wonder, Harkness... To what do I owe this little visit and and expensive bottle of whiskey? And don't lie, my bullshit detector already knows you've gotten it for something special."
Summer night memories of now dead friends faded back into the cold artificial reality with Heisenburgâs voice. She sighed and threw her head back, side eyeing the metal man as he took the whole glass down. *fucking show off* well two could play at that game! She took a second drink this time attempting to drink all of hers as well. She was successful but at the cost of a small coughing fit as the liquor burned her throat.
âFuCkâŠâ
Once things had settled she couldnât resist-
âBullshit detector?â She grinned â Really I thought everyone else just called it a noseâ
She wasnât gonna let things go that easily.
There would be a firm but short knocking at Karlâs quarters. Behind the door was Jack, now without her jacket her cherry bomb shirt on full display. Cradled carefully in her hand was a glass bottle filled with amber liquid and a pair of tumbler glasses held in her other hand.
ââŠBoss?â she said clearly not familiar with the word.
*Recognizing the voice, he blows out a big cloud of smoke with a long sigh. The knock was something he'd not expected. still needed to get used to those people roaming the factory after all.*
"Harkness..."
*After standing up from his seat, he walks to the door and opens it, trying not to look too mad. Seeing her without her jacket, then the bottle in her hands along with the glasses he smiles a little.
"Come to bring the strong stuff, huh?"
Jack shrugged "I think the strength all depends on the person," the bottle was nice, like the kind that distillers make when they know what the fuck they are doing. Single malt high quality, clearly she had been to see the Duke recently. imported directly from America and costing a pretty penny.
"Well?"
"Sure, get in."
*He waves her inside before sticking his head out of the doorway into the hallway, glaring suspiciously, checking if she was followed. When he was sure she was not, he closed the door.* "Take a seat."
*He offered as nicely as he could, still processing the headache from before.*
Jack wasted no time entering the room, she placed the glasses a bottle on the nearest table. Leaving the unopened offering of apology for Karl to inspect.
She found her seat on one of those old metal folding chairs leaning back in a slackers slouch.
âYou look beat,â she asked with genuine concern under the veil of being a bit of a shit.
"Yeah no shit."
*He turns around and walks up towards the bottle, inspecting it closely.*
"Well, how did a punk like you afford a bottle like this?"
*He chuckles and wuickly lifts his finger.*
"Wait- don't answer that, before I get a hurricane of your fucking anger all over me."
*Grabbing the glasses he fills them both up equally, maybe a little too much for a normal dose, but he didn't mind. He was out to drink for a purpose. Walking over towards Jack, he handed over her glass and then sat back into the chair he sat in before, taking the cigar from before from the ashtray.*
"I'm surprised you're here, Harkness. Specially with a gift like this."
*He raises his glass, before taking a sip.*
Jack rolled her eyes at the âpunkâ comment. She didnât respond in anger on the contrary Jack remained calm with only a little bit of sass in her voice.
âThe Duke, said he ordered to much sold it at a discount.â She said looking up and past Heisenburg. Clearly lying but hoping not to be pressed further.
âDonât expect it to happen often.â She took her first sip, the followed it with a smile. âDamnâ this is ally better than what Toms uncle made in his trailer out by St.Mary. Now that was some strong shit. Tasted like it too. But you knew who to go to if you wanted to be knocked off your assâ
There would be a firm but short knocking at Karlâs quarters. Behind the door was Jack, now without her jacket her cherry bomb shirt on full display. Cradled carefully in her hand was a glass bottle filled with amber liquid and a pair of tumbler glasses held in her other hand.
ââŠBoss?â she said clearly not familiar with the word.
*Recognizing the voice, he blows out a big cloud of smoke with a long sigh. The knock was something he'd not expected. still needed to get used to those people roaming the factory after all.*
"Harkness..."
*After standing up from his seat, he walks to the door and opens it, trying not to look too mad. Seeing her without her jacket, then the bottle in her hands along with the glasses he smiles a little.
"Come to bring the strong stuff, huh?"
Jack shrugged "I think the strength all depends on the person," the bottle was nice, like the kind that distillers make when they know what the fuck they are doing. Single malt high quality, clearly she had been to see the Duke recently. imported directly from America and costing a pretty penny.
"Well?"
"Sure, get in."
*He waves her inside before sticking his head out of the doorway into the hallway, glaring suspiciously, checking if she was followed. When he was sure she was not, he closed the door.* "Take a seat."
*He offered as nicely as he could, still processing the headache from before.*
Jack wasted no time entering the room, she placed the glasses a bottle on the nearest table. Leaving the unopened offering of apology for Karl to inspect.
She found her seat on one of those old metal folding chairs leaning back in a slackers slouch.
âYou look beat,â she asked with genuine concern under the veil of being a bit of a shit.
There would be a firm but short knocking at Karlâs quarters. Behind the door was Jack, now without her jacket her cherry bomb shirt on full display. Cradled carefully in her hand was a glass bottle filled with amber liquid and a pair of tumbler glasses held in her other hand.
ââŠBoss?â she said clearly not familiar with the word.
*Recognizing the voice, he blows out a big cloud of smoke with a long sigh. The knock was something he'd not expected. still needed to get used to those people roaming the factory after all.*
"Harkness..."
*After standing up from his seat, he walks to the door and opens it, trying not to look too mad. Seeing her without her jacket, then the bottle in her hands along with the glasses he smiles a little.
"Come to bring the strong stuff, huh?"
Jack shrugged "I think the strength all depends on the person," the bottle was nice, like the kind that distillers make when they know what the fuck they are doing. Single malt high quality, clearly she had been to see the Duke recently. imported directly from America and costing a pretty penny.
"Well?"
The cat ears are gone? I SHALL DEVOUR THINE SOUL
"What makes you think I had anything to do with that shit?"
Oh. You miss the cat ears don't you?
Jack shrugged, "I'm indifferent"
"Can we not talk about that."
"Listen to me you two little shits. If there are 3 people talking, and one of them is a shape shifting cannibal, the other two don't have much of a say on what they're talking about.
âWhy are you still here?! Get a job!â
Why would I get a job? I don't want money, I want people to eat. Talking about that, since the deal is off... Hey there Jack, how about you get yourself over here and become my breakfast?
How about you piss off asswipe.
