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Jack is sitting in his room, idly reading 'The Sex Lives of Cannibals' with his ferret draped over one shoulder, sniffing at his ear. Contently, he flips a page and starts reading, until the book magically sucks him in (reading does that to you sometimes) and he's somewhere completely different (he should have known).
Of course, he's not entirely sure what in the world is going on, as he is now wearing his work jeans, a t-shirt with an old lady and a walker saying 'It's Go Time', and a rather fetching pair of neon orange roller skates, all in some weird arena-like-thing with way too much strobe effect going on and the Top 40 blaring almost obnoxiously over speakers. In the middle of it all is an incredibly sparkly disco ball which catches his ADD-like attention for a second.
Well, until he notices the limbo stick. Obviously, he was not meant for this place. Bad ankles and lack of flexibility makes Jack an injured boy. So he scoots over to the railing and holds on for dear life.
What. The. Hell.
Of course, he's not entirely sure what in the world is going on, as he is now wearing his work jeans, a t-shirt with an old lady and a walker saying 'It's Go Time', and a rather fetching pair of neon orange roller skates, all in some weird arena-like-thing with way too much strobe effect going on and the Top 40 blaring almost obnoxiously over speakers. In the middle of it all is an incredibly sparkly disco ball which catches his ADD-like attention for a second.
Well, until he notices the limbo stick. Obviously, he was not meant for this place. Bad ankles and lack of flexibility makes Jack an injured boy. So he scoots over to the railing and holds on for dear life.
What. The. Hell.
