THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE AND YOU KNOW IT, DRAKE!
-So we are friends! See, we're using first names instead of full names.~ -
STOP *Jack stops to collect himself. The prison nurse had already warned him of his weak heart. Anymore and there might be permanent consequences. After a slow inhale and gentle exhale, he continued.* ... Stop toying with me and get to the point! I'm trying my best here, but you know my brain is foggy.
-I dressed in specific colors, is that enough of a clue?-
So... Your favorite color is purple? What is this kid talk??? We aren't friendsies, Mallard and playing kid games isn't going to win me over!... My favorite color is Yellow, just so you know!
-..... You really are dense. *Drake sighed, if he could just get him to remember maybe*-
DAMMIT! THEN IF IT WASN'T TO SHOW ME YOUR FAVORITE COLOR, THEN WHA! *Jack clutched his chest and began to shrink back into his chair.* Drake.. Get the nurse. I think my heart played too much jumprope...
-Jack! *Drake rushed over, knocking over his chair in the process!* Medic! We have an emergency here!!!!!-