[A few small, hot orange flames manifest at the mention of tasering, bursting out of Rick's hands, but quickly dying out before they hit the ground. Under normal circumstances, Jack threatening to taser him would be just like him threatening to hook Jack up to The Clapper---hilarious. Turns out joke doesn't really hit the same notes when you were recently tasered and then stabbed to death.
He stares up at Jack for a moment, desperately imploring, before angrily dragging a hand down his face and stumbling over to the coffee table. Fuck it, that was going nowhere. Of course it was going nowhere. What was he expecting Jack to do, read his mind?
He grabs the nearest writing utensil and whatever paper happens to be lying around (Is it a newspaper? A blueprint? An important document? He doesn't care), hastily scrawls "JAW WIRED SHUT" and underlines it a few times for emphasis before irritably holding it up.]
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He stares up at Jack for a moment, desperately imploring, before angrily dragging a hand down his face and stumbling over to the coffee table. Fuck it, that was going nowhere. Of course it was going nowhere. What was he expecting Jack to do, read his mind?
He grabs the nearest writing utensil and whatever paper happens to be lying around (Is it a newspaper? A blueprint? An important document? He doesn't care), hastily scrawls "JAW WIRED SHUT" and underlines it a few times for emphasis before irritably holding it up.]