Jack swirled his dressing gown and wished somebody had thought to put him into a cape for this. "Don't you know?" he asked, also overacting. "I am Jack, dread childe of the blackest night. I am death and sex and poetry and eternity. And I want you, whatever name you go by."
The writers were trying to see how ridiculous they could make his speeches before they crossed over into utter parody. They might have overshot.
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Date: 2011-09-11 05:07 pm (UTC)The writers were trying to see how ridiculous they could make his speeches before they crossed over into utter parody. They might have overshot.