[Were any of you hoping to never be alarmed by the sight of Jack perched on a windowsill high on an outside wall of the mansion again? TOO BAD, because here he is, heels pressed against the brick. He's absolutely filthy, his face is covered in small cuts, and his right arm is looking a little...crispy.]
I could use a little help.
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Are you trying to get naked pictures of me for your mother? That's disgusting!
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I don't even have a camera! I'm stuck.
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It won't last, you know.
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[ He slams the window shut angrily. ]
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What are you waiting for, get in here!
[ Can't get in through the bathroom. Can get in through the lab. He waves for you to come over. ]
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[Bhamba's been such an ass every time he's talked to him that he didn't really expect this. Consider him pleasantly surprised. It takes him a bit to make his way to the other window one-handed, but he manages it and begins the painful process of climbing in.]
Thanks.
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[ He points at a cage next to the window, out of which one silver rat is looking at Jack curiously. ]
What were you doing out there anyway?
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Escaping. Someone tried to kill me with rockets.
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Yeah.
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Live chicken I mean.
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[Actually, he could really go for some peanuts.]
I should go get this bandaged up.
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[ He moves to the other side of the lab and pulls a first aid kit from one of the shelves, sliding it across a metal table over to Jack. ]
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...Thanks.
[He sounds a little suspicious, but mostly grateful, really.]
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He acknowledges your answer with a nod and then disappears around the corner at the far end of the lab, a struggling chicken in his hand. ]
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