He was sitting in his black Tundra, driving I-72 towards Las Vegas, he was scared, excited and tired at the same time. Next to him, in an arms reach, there was a tasty half of a six-pack of “Flying Dog Inheat Wheat”, one of the few enjoyable American beers. The other three almost-empty bottles made sure the car would keep the smell of rotten malt and were lying horizontally or were held in other positions by various items behind the driver’s seat.
Before leaving Denver, Jack’O was bothered by the mess inside his vehicle and thus started a superficially de-trashing which included the removal of about thirty “Big and Tasty” wraps, which he unintentionally collected over the past weeks.
Jack’O felt that the “Big and Tasty” were big, but not really tasty and tried to convince his second person food when intoxicated with certain substances that the golden double arc does not supply the world with adequate meals. He was able to communicate with his second personality because prior to leaving the motel-room, he made sure that the room service could enjoy the bathroom cleaning.