"What's that look for?" He laughed as he walked around the kitchen of the shithole the two of you called home. After babbling on and on about how soap was discovered he looked at you.

"I am Jack's undeniable confusion and bad mood?" He copied how you spoke, smirking as he smoked a cigarette.

"Give me your hand, loverboy." As you did, he kissed it. "Would you look at that, it's acidic burn." He poured some white powder over your hand. "You're gonna get closer to ground zero this way"