"The hell-?!" Jack asked, holding his wounded hand to his chest, Thick, black ooze dripping down his gray arm. "What is she?" Jeff watched from his seat in the corner of the room, ever so slightly amused. "Definitely not human," The Operator replied. "This makes a lot more sense now," Jeff comments, watching as Jack leaves the room to begin dressing his wound. After an awkward pause, he continued. "So is she like... a permanent arrangement or what? 'Cause I don't like shit that bites." -------------------------------------------------------------------- A re wright of I Eat Pasta For Breakfast! I don't own any of these characters!!! Updates may be slow for this one, but I'm totally re writing the series! It may stick closer to cannon at first, but as the book progresses I'll be subbing in my own plot. NONE OF MY OC'S WILL BE PRESENT!!! Just using the pastas and a few from the series "I eat pasta for breakfast!"