Jack cried to Supreme Man like a son of a karen about not getting laid. Mostly because he was suddenly filled with jealousy when Johnson mentioned that the desire to have his hands over me surpassed the fear of going to an unknown territory which is the bathroom of a solitary cell of the prison.
At that, I had no words. I was blank like the chest of a flat breasted woman.
But it was mandatory for me to have words otherwise I can't let Jack and Johnson hog up all the dialogues and get me cancelled.
So…
"Jack, can you please not think about sex? At least not until we are out of this prison?"
