I dragged a dead body residing in my cell to the center.
No. I didn't kill anyone. In fact, the owner of the dead body was hovering in front of me himself.
And both the dead body and its ghost looked the same.
Same clothes, same facial hairs, same thirst for thighs, same loose belts and character, same build.
Everything was the same and everything was fine.
I had no problems with all this.
But if I had no problems, I wouldn't be saying all this, right?
The thing is… Jack was a man. He had the body of a man.
So…
Why the fuck he had boobs on his chest? And why three of them? And why were they as big and round as bowls!? That's not implants, that's imtrees! What was going on?
I jolted my head at the ghost who had his hands raised in the air.
"I can explain." He said.
"Even science can't explain this! I would have believed something like this if I were on earth but not here, man."
"It's not what you think, pal."
