Jack shouted at me—like a vegetarian who got onions in his chicken—while saying that I shouldn't be dragging his body.
He said that I first put it on fire, then I made it lose a leg, then I used it as a weapon, then I threw it a guard and now I was dragging it like it was a girl starring in the slave genre.
He said all that and I just sighed.
"Sorry, but I still don't understand why you are angry."
Jack's eyes widened.
"I just said that lengthy dialogue and you still don't understand why I am angry? Is your brian in your urinal gland?!"
Wow. That was one scientific insult.
[ Not scientific. Anatomical. If you want to do fuckery then at least do it right. ]
The system corrected my mistake for no reason like the first hooker when I had put it in the wrong hole but I only focused on Jack.
"Look man, just tell me the damn thing. What is your problem?"
Jack clenched his fist. "I am saying don't drag my body like that! My problem is that. Get it!?"
"Oh."
