"Ha- just what makes you figure?" Jack scoffs. Hell- she's standing there with her shirt lifted up. After a moment he obliges, grazing his fingers over her abdomen. Impressive.
Outwardly? just. Shrugs.
"...Not bad."
“Typical Pandoran slop.” He shoves the bag back into her bands, wiping his own diligently on his jacket. Nope. They still smell… weird.
“-try something edible for a change. You could stand to put on a few pounds.”
Here’s a list of things I’d miss more than you if you died right now:
rewinding VHS tapes
the McRib
This one bandit who could sing “L'amour est un oiseau rebelle” perfectly
the hot WB spin-off , Angel
My foreskin
Claptrap
Those are probably the chicks I screw getting sad that it's over. I have never cried in my life, ever. When I came out of the womb I flipped off the doctor. When I watch Titanic I laugh.