It was a t-shirt, wadded, Mel watched the scene, Jack rubbing the thing against his face and making a noise.
It was like watching a particularly unappetizing mating ritual, or a poorly done sci-fi where a mad doctor is trying to splice a living thing with an inanimate object.
Mel said the maternal part of motherfucker, annoyed, a little freaked, not knowing it was out loud, and Jack looked up, startled.
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