Lacking a knife, Jack loads up some razor-tip Winter Blast icicles and goes to town. Ugly green smoke pours out of the Sister's ruptured stomach. It goes right into Jack's eyes and mouth, but he's grown used to the stink. It smells great.
We're sure Sinclair will feel cockblocked as all hell when Jack falls onto his knees, bent over the Sister's body like a wild animal, his back and the thinning smog conspiring to hide the exact details of what's happening.
And then a minute or two later, Jack stands in one fluid movement, and rolls his shoulders, and wipes his mouth.
His back is still to Sinclair. He seems to have forgotten about him for a moment.
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Lacking a knife, Jack loads up some razor-tip Winter Blast icicles and goes to town. Ugly green smoke pours out of the Sister's ruptured stomach. It goes right into Jack's eyes and mouth, but he's grown used to the stink. It smells great.
We're sure Sinclair will feel cockblocked as all hell when Jack falls onto his knees, bent over the Sister's body like a wild animal, his back and the thinning smog conspiring to hide the exact details of what's happening.
And then a minute or two later, Jack stands in one fluid movement, and rolls his shoulders, and wipes his mouth.
His back is still to Sinclair. He seems to have forgotten about him for a moment.