So... 

These assholes saw a decent windfall by way of snatched payloads, irritated atoms irradiated by so much fusion now worth a whole lotta bucks on The flip side. 

The flip side was a seedy underbelly of seedless parents heedlessly partaking in illicit endeavors and other nasties. Some blizzaro types ... Few nutta's. 

Convo and wet whisper ceased as the doors slammed open, the racist paraplegic whom choose to stood nearby kinda felt ouch as the thick ivory wood smashed into her person. It felt and looked like oh my god why did that guy enter the room so -

Boom went Jack's fist particles into the upper middle face bone of the least lethargic crime scum sat unencumbered betwixt duex fwoine ass skeezers... Thick. Nice lips. Hell saw better gams but a Goodman never loses distractions or busies himself with the awful siren bellows emoted from wayward tramp clap traps.  

A heavy bottle of putrid waste left in haste from Jack's pocket against the nape of one loud ass loser with a hot bod made her go night night. 

I wasn't there but I heard someone say "excuse me sir. But this dusty establishment has bean in my smarmy bloodline for a whole bunch o eons and or Inbred sometimes outbred generations. I say I don't take kindly to how your putting feet's ... And elbows into the soft parts or me. My fellow criminals. And dare I say -"

Snizzap went this guy's neck gristle. The bloke catercorner to him but of no doubt close relation heard his orbital bone qouthe "crunch". Yeah . That happened. 

It happens when jack pulls out a misshapen hammering tool and misplaces it gainst face. And so much marrow. 

It happened that jack Goodman packed a snack and a big lunch cuz he was a gon be whooping scumbag arse till the crows come home or as the cows fly. It doesn't matter. Right then a crew of say six big looking dudes removed pistolas from their well worn abrigos and yes a one or two exited obsidian cutlery un-into pockets. They came forth slashing wickedly with their guns and firing heated projectiles from knives that missed.

Ok maybe one thing met Jack's person but in his bloodlust for justice it was the red that all saw he.

Yeah bro jack hopped into the air and came down smashingly across the finer components that make one a man or heretofore a "live". 

Jack sang "I'll see you all crushed! Your all sick sick fu&c*k$! And I'll fu+&cking killer all you bitch shit!!" 

They didn't bother to even take a breath before they ran away into Jack's best example of evening the odds. He put his whole friggin boot deep into those blood clots health reserves. Their souls gave way to his vieny umbrage thick with veiny things like how his knuckles put brass to shame. Took tungsten to task and I think one flighty booze hound make mention that Jack's blows reign down similar to your mom's.

There were like 6090 individual pieces of broken home product and those who would do not the law proper.

Were.

Word. The pearly gates or whatever god.you.wish.exist saw many a "soul" turned away on that plane we call times integer.

Jack wasn't no nerd tho so none of those equations factored into his modus. 

And none plus of those slain saw prosperity or new righteousness so if knowing of their demise gave you hella boners it's cool.