Jun 04, 2011 00:36
[The feed opens on Jack equipping himself. He puts his wrench in his belt, which is nothing unusual, he always carries that.
But he doesn't usually clip quite that many EVE hypos to his belt. His hip is casting a distinct blue glow from the three large syringes there. Nearby, a copy of the rules lies discarded.
He pauses to tug fitfully at his collar before turning to face the camera.]
Okay. Who wants to go?
but the parasite says bluh bluh,
don't do durgs,
and he seemed like such a nice boy,
i'd hit that...with my wrench,
got his daddy's eyes,
that jack never shuts up,
event: deadman collar