Oh fer cryin' out loud!

;; My Jack muse is exceptionally loud    so I’m putting this out there.    Like for a starter!

“Uh, I’m gonna say he learned it from you, Napoleon.”

There’s the sound of footsteps off to the side and Jack tenses involuntarily, remembering past pain and agony dealt by an angry guard. He listens carefully, recognizing that he’s too weak to do much of anything at the moment thanks to the infection around his wrists from the chains and the lack of food - Iraqi prison guards found such creative ways to weaken a man - but he’s alert and trying hard to process what he’s hearing; it sounds like a soft humming but he’s pretty sure his ears are playing tricks on him so he stays still and silent.

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