Jack didn't had three boobs.
They were just metal bowls which he must have found lying around in the cell like a pornstar's child finds a family album and with different fathers in each photo.
After uncovering this secret I threw the bowls away and closed the shirt of his dead body.
Then I stood up, standing just at the feet of the body.
Jack was beside me and we both stared at the dead body.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking, pal?" Jack asked.
I nodded. "Yeah.."
"You crisscrossed the buttons of the shirt."
"There is no water."
I jerked my head at him.
My brows twitched. "You were thinking about your buttons?"
"You wanted water?"
I rolled my eyes. This ghost compensated for his IQ with the constant horniness. He is scary but for some whole other reason.
"Forget the buttons. We need water. How else will your body take a bath then?"
"Yes. Right. Water is important."
"Where is it then?"
"What?"
"Water!"
