Hey cuntbucket.. -he says as he walking up behind the blue boy and as Jack undoubtedly turns to see who the heck is addressing him the clone is already moving in to kiss him, blue lips to blue lips-

[Jack does indeed turn, all sorts of bad memories coming up. He’s not expecting to see another blue man, though, and he’s kissed before he can react, freezing like a deer in the headlights.] Wh-wh-who are you?!