"There ya go, that's the important question here." And way more exciting than anything Jack does on the job.

"So this place, obviously! is pretty fucked up. And some pretty fucked up shit goes down on kind of a regular basis. While back we had this virus or some shit, I dunno, magic bullcrap. But people were spontaneously combusting and blowing up and just basically making fire happen everywhere. Like...all the fuck over! It was nuts! And the only real way to deal with it was kill the infected, but good friggin luck getting close enough to do it. So I get my hands on a couple of those poison packs that exterminators use, with the spray guns? And I just so happen to know how to whip up poor man's liquid nitrogen in a garage. Which I do. Modify the sprayers so they shoot super friggin far, load up the packs with bootleg nitrogen and bam! Problem solved."

Jack's animated as he talks, hands drifting and waving all over, all grins and confident posture. Few things liven him up like talking about himself saving the day.

And in this case, he actually had.