IT ONLY GETS WORSE FROM HERE
You’re only able to maintain the visage of being a person when no one’s looking, is that it? Or are you the only one who’s blind to what you really are?
(an a-hole)
(Just because you’re dead (ish) doesn’t mean you can’t have nice hair; one-upping Jack from beyond the grave (kind of). Also this whole thing begins because someone walked on his lawn. You’re not the only one with a lawn, JACK. His lawn
has goth lawn flamingosis better than yours.)