"I can see that," Sinclair says, letting out just the smallest laugh shhhh he's not laughing at you he's laughing with you.

He goes back to the box o' treats and pulls out another cola and the bag of chips and brings it back to Jack. "Here, this oughta get the taste out of your mouth."

At least it worked. He watches the gas pouring out of the pipe resting on the edge of the trash can. Better Jack than himself, anyway.