Prefect and Jack hangin' out, swappin' manly stories an' in the mornin'- oh wait, that's Shrek.

[The other salesman. Prefect. He was a little infuriating, a little intriguing.

Jack wanted to meet him. Talk to him. See his tattoo. Stir his emotions. Crack his shell.

The Factory Prefect spoke about, it probably was real. Jack knew a bit about alternate dimensions. It just felt good to see the man that looked like him but wasn't squirm as Jack cracked his solid perceptions with simple words.

He smiled too wide as he went to meet the other man. It wasn't a pleasant look.]