Now normally, Jack would brush off the defense of children as some kind of protection for the spawn of the large and disgusting breeding population. However, that was many years ago. Now he was a man with a son of his own and while his son wasn't exactly a child anymore, it meant that Jack had a greater appreciation for passing one's genes on.
Genes, but never jeans. A true man never shared his jeans. Jack had done it once, only to have the other man who wore them stretch out the butt with his fat kiester making the jeans never fit properly again. That was the problem with being fabulous and having only fat people around you.
"Did he do something to me? No, it's what he hasn't done to me is the crime. Or rather.. what I haven't done to him." He giggled, brought his hand up to his mouth and waggled a finger. So naughty his mind was. Too late, though, there was no finding Mr. Good Behind now, he was likely too far away.
Damn straights blocking up the place. Didn't they know a crisis when it was placed before them.