Jack screamed as the rest of his voices joined in. He lost it, he wasn't about to hear that he had just killed his own soldier, not again, not after last time(plot device Mr. blrup, plot device...). Jack finished screaming and looked at Jeice, hatred in his eyes. "Jeice," all the voices said in a chorus as he smiled, "Your gun's dry..." Jack then propelled himself forward towards Jeice, his arms cocked back as though he was going to smash Jeice's head between his fists.