Terrence nearly lowered his gun at this abstract display of humanity, but his hand only shook. The gun stayed up and Terrence's mouth crawled into a sneer.<br/>"What the fuck are you talking about? What is Job?"<br/>Terrence seemed to be growing frustrated by this turn of events as the seconds ticked by their slow march, but he was determined to remember the face of his father and stay his hand - and if he could help it - his tongue.<br/>Though the latter, he never could.<br/>"Goddammit...another crazy."