"Me and every other sucker who was knocked off by that crazy brilliant madman who killed me. All of us alive, from the news I've heard around town."
Jack looked around the rec room, glad to see that the boys had made themselves comfortable.
"No harm no fowl, by boy. No feathers ruffled, no problem. I've had worse than that put in my face anyhow. A little dart isn't gonna do much to me. We're going to have to impress upon you the mutilation factor, however. I'm into heavy hitting. Leaving a mark wherever I go."
The grin on his face was large. He was already having fun and he hadn't even really done anything yet.
"So, Punch, Judy, do you know anything about me already? It's a good question to ask, you know, because apparently I'm a comic book where some people come from. So if you know things already, it'd save me some time."