"Yours were different. Yours were pretty fresh, and from getting thrown through a glass window, mine are just wear and tear, and not drinking my milk or eating my wheaties." And getting his ass handed to him by his wife, over thirty years ago. But he held his hands up in surrender. "I'll see if there is anything they can do. If not I'm fine with it."
Jack began to peal the layers of the danish and eat bit by bit. It made his hands sticky, but it was still gloryous. "Yeah, I mean, at least I'm not wondering if your knees ache as bad as mine do. Plus I was a good looking son of a bitch." He teased lightly.
"Can you turn into anything else? Or just humans so far?"