Wow. That was...[he frowns, brow furrowing as he lowers his gun in what is clearly a pity gesture. there's a long pause while he stares at her and parses out her million questions.] Unsatisfying.
[he may not have a great opinion of pandorans (stupid, mouth breathing, basically a step away from riding the meat train to hell), but being in rhys' brain had give him some respect ????????????????? for fiona??? in a familarial context? his frown deepens as he considers that rhys might have rubbed off on him and left his sad scared nice guy attitude on his brain cells before they separated.
gross.
he seriously contemplates just flinging himself off a bridge now and sparing his soul the withering death he can feel coming.
nah, he'll beat this. so back to incredulous speaking:]
Who am I? Who am I? I know ideas and thoughts are hard for you Pandorans, but I know you have eyes, even if the jury is still out on the brain. I'm Handsome Jack, you moron, hero of Pandora and head of Hyperion. [former...head.....he scowls, thinking of that dipshit vasquez and the poor decisions he'd made in his wake. its really too bad he hadn't shot him with a drone.] You know, giant floating space headquarters? Raining down giant explosions? Ring a bell?
[he gives a big dramatic shrug, gun still in hand and waving it around like he doesn't care if he accidentally shoots her (he doesn't.)]
God, and here I was all geared up. [he gives a fake gasp] "HANDSOME JACK? In the flesh? How can you be alive? The Vault Hunters murdered you like murderous jerkwad Vault Hunters do? How could they have done that? How could you, in all your awesomeness, sill be alive?" [he points his gun at her again] That's how it's supposed to go. Not this stupid excuse for staring that you're doing.
"Who are you? Where's Rhys?" [he mocks her tone as he repeats it] Rhys is gone. Try not to cry too much it'll make your corpse gross.
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[he may not have a great opinion of pandorans (stupid, mouth breathing, basically a step away from riding the meat train to hell), but being in rhys' brain had give him some respect ????????????????? for fiona??? in a familarial context? his frown deepens as he considers that rhys might have rubbed off on him and left his sad scared nice guy attitude on his brain cells before they separated.
gross.
he seriously contemplates just flinging himself off a bridge now and sparing his soul the withering death he can feel coming.
nah, he'll beat this. so back to incredulous speaking:]
Who am I? Who am I? I know ideas and thoughts are hard for you Pandorans, but I know you have eyes, even if the jury is still out on the brain. I'm Handsome Jack, you moron, hero of Pandora and head of Hyperion. [former...head.....he scowls, thinking of that dipshit vasquez and the poor decisions he'd made in his wake. its really too bad he hadn't shot him with a drone.] You know, giant floating space headquarters? Raining down giant explosions? Ring a bell?
[he gives a big dramatic shrug, gun still in hand and waving it around like he doesn't care if he accidentally shoots her (he doesn't.)]
God, and here I was all geared up. [he gives a fake gasp] "HANDSOME JACK? In the flesh? How can you be alive? The Vault Hunters murdered you like murderous jerkwad Vault Hunters do? How could they have done that? How could you, in all your awesomeness, sill be alive?" [he points his gun at her again] That's how it's supposed to go. Not this stupid excuse for staring that you're doing.
"Who are you? Where's Rhys?" [he mocks her tone as he repeats it] Rhys is gone. Try not to cry too much it'll make your corpse gross.