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Spencer smiled at Jack menacingly.
Jack, more annoyed than anything, picked up his bat and began making his way towards the bastard.
Next thing he knew, though, he was on his ass.
Spencer had managed to kick his prosthetic with enough force to make it fly off and, though Jack had plenty of experience hopping around on his one good leg, he'd not been expecting it and promptly fell.
"If you're gonna come at me, don't leave yourself open like that" Spencer berated. Jack scoffed.
"The fuck am I supposed to do? Grow it back!?"
Spencer smiled at this.
Oh, how he loved getting a rise out of the man.