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[thedifferencebetween]

Handsome Jack here! I'm way too busy being awesome to answer the phone, but tell me why you're calling and if you're important enough, your people will hear from my people.

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[thedifferencebetween]

What the hell is that thing, and what grave did you steal it out of?

[With Big Plans happening soon, Handsome Jack's been around the base more. The base that, in his opinion, needed some major renovations and decor change.]

[Plus he likes to keep an eye on the other Rockets. For various reasons. Especially the ones he thinks of as 'his people'. Which really isn't that much when he thinks about. What, he's got his boyfriend, his kind of adopted daughter thing, and The Oldest Man In The Universe. Nutballs.]

[It's that last one he's particular looking for. And when he finds him...seriously, why is he burning a terrible suit on base?]

Do not tell me that's yours.

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack gazes into the distance somewhere two feet beyond the Other Jack's stapled-on face.]}


Hn-hnnnnm?

[thedifferencebetween]

The hideous piece of clothing you're trying to set on fire.

[H.Jack gestures wildly at the ironing board.]

I mean, I can only see some of it, but what I can see...seriously, where did it come from? The dumpster behind an estate sale after some fashion challenged geezer croaked?

[quickattackjack]

_{[TODAY...TODAY JACK IS NOT. WHOLLY DEDICATED TO HIS DUMB OLD MAN LACKEY PERSONA. He cuts a tight little frown at the other Jack and sets the iron down.]}

I've worn this suit every prom and it's perfectly fine.