Continuing Tales of Mr. Jack Happy

August 9th, 2009

From the smoking ruins of a smoldering building arose a hunched figure silhouetted  by the huge moon hanging low in the night sky. The figure rummaged around in the ash and debris—searching. Upon closer inspection, it would be revealed as a soot-covered man with wild, singed blue hair and barely any clothes clinging to his wispy, sweat-soaked body.

His eyes rose to the moon and stared for one long minute. In that minute, the moon reflected in his blue irises, and the dying fires of an awful disaster could be glimpsed. He finally blinked, and resumed his scavenging. In the distance, the sirens of approaching emergency vehicles began to trickle into the periphery of his hearing.

Cursing loudly, the blue-haired man quit looking around the wreckage and hopped over what seemed to be charred remnants of a leather couch. He ducked down behind it and laughter suddenly erupted into the quiet night. The man rose back to his feet, holding a blackened human skill in both of his hands. He grinned maniacally at the chipped and broken teeth of the victim's skull, and poked a finger into one empty socket curiously, exploring.

"Jack be nimble, Jack be nimble," the man recited in a high-pitched falsetto like that a child's voice. "Jack found himself a candle stick." He bellowed with mad guffaws at his own joke, and hurled the skull against the still-standing husk of one of the building's walls.

Twisting his head toward the quickly escalating sounds of sirens, the man frowned and wiped the grime from around his eyes with his fists.

"THEY CAN'T KNOW!"

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Jack's Recipes for Happiness: The "Orange-Up-Your-Cherry":

• 1 shot Skye Vodka
• 1/2 shot Contreau orange liquer
  
• 2 shots Kilbggan's Irish Whiskey
• 6 drops orange bitters
• 1 cup Cherry 7UP

Pour vodka, liquer, and whiskey. Add bitters. Mix in 7UP. Stir, then drink. Or, drink then stir.

ENJOY AT YOUR OWN RISK!

[Editor's Note: Attached images not meant to be relevant to contents of body.]