"I think he was just a plain old, free-range psycho," Jack replied, going through whatever drawers were there to pull the contents out and drop them onto the sheet. He didn't really care what was in there. If they were clean someone would get use out of them or they wouldn't.
"Not that I talked to the guy," except that one time he tried to break your arm and kidnap you, his brain added, "but I didn't exactly read it as Team God's Judgment." He shook his head. "Maybe he just has a thing for seeing people crucified, who knows. It doesn't matter now. I don't want to think too hard about it, because the last thing we need is some poor schmuck coming in here who has a huge thing for religion and us subconsciously comparing him to this a-hole."