Jack stopped, fresh on his way back from the gardens with a very distinct pout on his face. Stupid amazonian bitch getting in his way from what could have been his one true love... for a week or more. Maybe two weeks. Didn't matter.
He turned, hearing the voice and immediately started laughing. What in gay hell was that? Was there a costume party somewhere that Jack hadn't been invited to? After all, the last party he had gone to didn't seem to impress anyone when he showed up as the legendary Jack McFarland from such famous shows as 'Just Jack' and 'Jack Talk.' Shame no one appreciated his special skills.
"Oh, hold on.. hold on..." He was still laughing, one hand holding his stomach and the other wiping a stray tear from his eye. "The audition for the 'Blind Melon' video ended more than a decade ago, boys. Some fat girl in a bee costume got the part. ... This isn't just a city. This is... The City." Jack's hands open for just a moment before returning to their previous position on his stomach and eyes.
This was crazy. These buffoons were going to kill him with their outfits alone. What grown men dressed like that in public?