Jonesy only shook his head at the Rev’s work. Where he came from, craftsmanship was commended on all levels. And what he was doing to that bitch’s back was as good as any Picasso he’s seen. To be honest though, he wasn’t much of a lover of the fine arts. Ole Jack said it best in Batman, and he felt it prudent to say to the Rev when he was finished “Well Rev…I don’t know if it’s art, but I like it!”. He walked forward to inspect the wounds more and watch the agony play across her face as the vinegar was applied. Deeeeelicious!<br/><br/>When she finally opened up to reveal the codes, he nodded and brushed her hair “Good…good…see? That wasn’t so bad, was it? What do you say Rev.? Maybe we lay off the vinegar, huh?” He continued stroking her hair and smiled “Maybe we use a little baby formula instead eh?” He had a good laugh over that one, though he had to admit, he did wonder how cum would feel over an open wound…maybe it had healing properties! They might be on their way to discovering another way to treat open cuts and wounds! One small step for man-type shit.<br/><br/>He turned back to Frank and chuckled “I don’t know about you buddy, but I feel like I could be a sperm donor for a small town” he looked at Rev and bounced like a kid on Christmas “Can we open her, Rev…? Pleeeeease? I promise to be good!” Jonesy wasn’t necessarily crazy…he just had a tendency to be everywhere at once. It was a handy trait to have, until it wasn’t. Right now, though, without access to his Suzy Q, and his shot with the good Doctor having left him, he was in dire need. The need, to seed!<br/>