Why were they still asking him questions? Why, why, why? Was Cher no longer looking kindly upon him. The yellow-tighted freaks should just let him go, like the one suggested. "Listen, I don't know anything more." He assured, still struggling against what they were calling 'silk'.
Superheros, like such things even existed. If they had, certainly Jack would have met one by now, entertained one... found his bliss. But no. "Look the only creepy men in tights I've met or heard of are you two."