Nov 29, 2009 04:37
[Jack appears on the screen, chasing a particularly loud and squawking turkey. He flails his arms, dodging a shot of gravy with a strange, purely luck induced grace.]
Ha! Try to shoot me again, you land buzzard!
[Taking out his pistol, he takes aim and shoots, sending the turkey flying off screen.]
Never a bore, this place.
Are you sure this isn't the Locker?
This seems like the sort of thing that would run rampant in Jones's filthy, tentacled mind.
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