Jack held out his hand. It was already decaying. A fly circling his wrist, flitting around, and then landing again. On his palm was something bright and shiny and slightly embedded into the skin. One Joy Timez joy buzzer.
"Hurr hurr hurr."
Maybe there was some part of him that recognized his henchmen. Or maybe he would have done this to anybody.
He pulled on a hidden string - a little too hard, it snapped and the water squirted at first, but then died down to a drizzle until all the water was gone.