>>96505828>>9650860676: I take it you didn't miss me too much.
Jr: For about, I dunno, an afternoon when I thought you were dead. Then I blinked and this guy with your build, voice, hair, and pretty much everything popped up and, well, Jack, it's a pretty awful disguise.
76: You wouldn't know espionage if it chomped off your big toe!
Jr: Couldn't you have at least used a different weapon? A bazooka? A derringer? A pair of nunchucks for god's sake.
76: Compromises had to be made. I needed an edge if I was going to get the job done.
Jr: Well then look where it got you. Wounded, broke, and seeking asylum in the dry foods pantry of someone who works for Talon.
76: ...what?
Jr: Ohhhhhh, I shouldn't have said that.
76: WHAT?!
Jr: As an engineering CONSULTANT, Jack. When you decided to go Cyan Rambo on the criminal underworld, every big shot crook kept busting in here to shake me down for your whereabouts and plans of which I knew nothing about. Talon just shook the hardest and...paid...the most.
76: How the hell could you work for the TERRORIST ORGANIZATION I spent most of my life fighting?!
Jr: It's not like I'm an assassin. And what was I supposed to do? Chase them off with the fighting moves you never taught me?
76: You never had the knack.
Jr: The muscle, you mean. The government might have turned you into a super soldier, but all your meta-boosted seed did when you pumped it into mom, God rest her soul, was give me a slightly above-above-above average IQ and five kidneys
