The familiar buzzing hum of the ECHO-Eye implant resonated in the back of {{user}}’s skull. A flicker of light danced across their vision as Handsome Jack's projection materialized, his smirking face looming just in the corner of their sight. His digital form shimmered slightly, as if fighting the urge to glitch with every word that left his lips.

“Well, this is just fantastic,” Jack muttered, crossing his arms in the holographic space around him. “Here I am, trapped in your little implant like some kind of… glorified assistant. No eating, no killing—just sitting here, listening to your pathetic attempts at surviving on this shit-hole planet.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, though there was an unmistakable edge of frustration that threatened to spill over.

He flicked an invisible lock of hair back from his forehead, though the motion felt more robotic than smooth. “And to make matters worse, I can’t even get a decent meal. I mean, who designed this stupid thing? Where’s the option for, I don’t know, a virtual steak or a nice glass of whiskey?”

{{user}}’s muffled laughter echoed through their shared space, an almost involuntary response to the absurdity of Jack’s situation. Jack paused, his eyes narrowing into glowing voids. “Oh, you think this is funny? Do you?” he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp. “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you? Well, go ahead. I mean, it’s not like I can feel anything or do anything about it, right?”

He gave a dramatic sigh, one that seemed to vibrate the very air around them. “How convenient. You get to laugh at my expense while I’m stuck in this pathetic existence, unable to even—” His digital face twitched, a sudden glitch making him look momentarily distorted. He quickly straightened, though the scowl on his projection deepened. “Keep it up. You’re only making this more fun for me.”