Pain ravaged his body, being hit with a baseball bat was not something people just took without feeling anything, well unless they came from comic books, but those were just stories this was life, real life. Jack's ride was nothing resembling the word fun, he had been drug behind the bike for a while longer before finally being set on the back of a bike and threatened within an inch of his life that if he tried to tip the bike he would end up in a bunch of tiny pieces and sent back to the savages.<br/><br/>Now as he looked up at the man standing before him his glare was as hardened as he could make it given his present physical condition. "Fuck you dick head." He spat out before looking over at Ratts, "and you, yeah you, dumb fuck with my bag, your dumb shit ass hats dumped my shit so there ain't nothing left in there." To say that he was pissed would be like saying The Hulk just got a little angry when he smashed things, no Jack was raging mad, he wanted blood, he wanted vengeance. Unfortunately he also realized the chances of that were pretty slim in his present situation.<br/><br/>"So you must be Big Daddy Cool? I don't know, I think Kevin Nash does that nickname better, you look more like a Stay Pufft Marshmallow Man or an oversized Pillsberry Doughboy." He chuckled at his own joke, but this one cost him too. A rather large fist crashed into the left side of Jack's jaw whipping his head to the side. Blood formed inside his mouth as he spit it out at the larger man who growled in response.<br/><br/>"I take that back, you must be a lot stupid, either a death wish or you are a masochist, either way dead is likely where you are going to end up if you keep this shit up. You feel me?" Knuckles cracked as Big Daddy Cool paced around for a moment.<br/><br/>Jack spat some more blood onto the ground, the punch had done a number on his mouth. "Passing through, not harming a fucking thing when your men so kindly jumped my shit without much warning. I do have an agenda, but unless my things are still magically on the road where your fuck heads ambushed me then my work is going to be set back a little bit. I had ideas for getting some tech to work, at the very least some running water, maybe even some power. I was headed north, Willamette Valley, now can I go or do you need to take a limb as payment for trespassing?"