Jack chuckled. "I once ate a man's liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Ff-ff-ff-ff-ff..." He paused, awkwardly. "But no, I'd probably stay away from me on full moon nights, y'know. Just to be safe."
Listening to Billy's description of how unpredictable his powers could be, Jack shook his head and sighed. "Well, we've got to be the most incompetent team ever. A monster who's out of commission for three nights of the month, a wizard who's unable to properly cast a spell, and a..." He was momentarily stumped, but quickly regained his verbal footing. "And a walk-through-walls-lady with the occasional stick up her ass."
"they ought to call us the All-Winner's Squad. Y'know, if that...wasn't already a team name..."