Before Jack could run off being all captain commando, Sam reached out without warning, grabbing Jack's arm. Well, not actually Sam. If Gene wanted to, he could very easily take control. He just preferred not to use this manicured, overwashed, Man U supporting poofs body. Gene just really needed to get a handle on this before it went nuts.
"Harkness, shut up. Stop rushing, being a spazzy little dick and shut it. Got it? Good. Okay, let's just all try to make sense. Cause news flash, you great big ponce, I can't handle hauntings like this. I do certain spirits, not all of them."
Peter paused, dropping his head into his hands. This was Jack's great plan. An angel who could do fuck all? That was just perfection. "Seriously?"
"I can try but there's a 75% chance you're fucked. Sorry mate but these are pissed off spirits. Kind of need a good demon for that cause they're going to hell. Not heaven," He wasn't saying it was impossible, he'd try, but he wasn't making a promise here.
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"Harkness, shut up. Stop rushing, being a spazzy little dick and shut it. Got it? Good. Okay, let's just all try to make sense. Cause news flash, you great big ponce, I can't handle hauntings like this. I do certain spirits, not all of them."
Peter paused, dropping his head into his hands. This was Jack's great plan. An angel who could do fuck all? That was just perfection. "Seriously?"
"I can try but there's a 75% chance you're fucked. Sorry mate but these are pissed off spirits. Kind of need a good demon for that cause they're going to hell. Not heaven," He wasn't saying it was impossible, he'd try, but he wasn't making a promise here.
Odds are, the Scot and the foreigner were fucked.