Another day, another long grind in Monster Land. This whole nine to five thing...Jack did not miss it. Sure, sure, it's not exactly nine to five, he can make his own hours. And he's head of his own department, but... There's just something about heading home from work, hitting the pavement like every other freaky joe shmoe, back to his dumb little house with it's crappy furniture... the whole thing just sits like a rotting carcass in his gut. Turns his stomach. Or would, if he still had one. Frazzles his wiring? He really needs to sit down and convert common sayings and phrases into robot-friendly ones.
He's thinking about texting Rick and seeing if the guy wants to go hit the bars or tinker with one of their various projects when a bit of commotion catches his attention. Sounds of someone in distress? That's the sound of free entertainment!
When he turns his eerily glowing gaze in the direction...he stops dead. That...is that...holy shit, it is! It's...uh...Jack Number 2! It's not like he remembers what the dude's name was originally, not off the top of his head. Well look at that...okay, things are starting to turn in Jack's favor!
"They're not sentient, you know, they're not actually gonna come back to ya."
That sure is Handsome Jack standing on the sidewalk. Looking...in many ways the same, in others very different. His mask looks less like synthetic skin and more like plastic. It's rigid and the mouth doesn't move when Jack talks, simply stays frozen in a smug smirk. He's dressed in the familiar fashion, but his right hand is yellow and black and robotic. A blueish glow seeps out from the edges of his mask and out of his eyes. There's a socket like mechanic at each of his temples.
2 - I Am So Sorry
He's thinking about texting Rick and seeing if the guy wants to go hit the bars or tinker with one of their various projects when a bit of commotion catches his attention. Sounds of someone in distress? That's the sound of free entertainment!
When he turns his eerily glowing gaze in the direction...he stops dead. That...is that...holy shit, it is! It's...uh...Jack Number 2! It's not like he remembers what the dude's name was originally, not off the top of his head. Well look at that...okay, things are starting to turn in Jack's favor!
"They're not sentient, you know, they're not actually gonna come back to ya."
That sure is Handsome Jack standing on the sidewalk. Looking...in many ways the same, in others very different. His mask looks less like synthetic skin and more like plastic. It's rigid and the mouth doesn't move when Jack talks, simply stays frozen in a smug smirk. He's dressed in the familiar fashion, but his right hand is yellow and black and robotic. A blueish glow seeps out from the edges of his mask and out of his eyes. There's a socket like mechanic at each of his temples.
"Hey there, buddy!"