Dec 25, 2009 12:50
Merry Chris... [Jack hiccups.] Christmas.
And a Happy New Year!
[One has to wonder why Jack has even bothered to speak. Apparently he finds himself amusing.]
Now tell me when I'm getting off this bloody island. I had to give up some of my rum for that Secret Santa thing. That's just...cruel.
Oh and...Vexen, was it? I may or may not have looked through your...experiments.
Weird stuff, mate. Weird. I'm not sleeping around you.
[He pauses as if he's thinking.]
Hm. It's wearing off.
[Then Jack wanders off.]
log vi,
sacrificing rum for the greater good,
vexen i made a mess