"Did Daddy not clue you in?" Jack really hoped these guys weren't huge morons like his last henchmen. "It's Jack, you lovely butterfly thing, you. I like the new colors, by the way. Yes. Very fitting."
He strutted into the asylum feeling better than he had in quite a while. Felt alive. Felt... well. Alive. Maybe because of the death experience. Who knew.
"Where's the other one? We've got plans to make. People to torment. Where'd you get that fancy gun?"