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You're over something at any rate. Possibly over a barrel. But I think you'd rather be over a brunette.

Oh, if you would believe me I've been under both before. A brunette and a barrel.

I do believe you.

[Puffs at cigar]

Mainly because if I don't you might produce visual aids.

[Jack can't help but to laugh.]

I'll just leave you with a very good mental picture. I'm rather good with words.

Oh no you don't. I'm good with words. You stick to being good with everything else.

[He shakes his head]

Somehow I had a feeling when I saw you that you'd be the sort to wind up on top. And then fly over it with a hurrah. Or possibly with champagne and a flag.

Heeey, I'm perfectly wonderful with words and my sense of humor here.

[Jack's having a bit of fun with this guy. He rolls his eyes a bit and there's a humored laugh.]

I'm not exactly a picky man. I can go for the top or the bottom. Though of course there's been a bit of flying with lots of hurrahs. [He holds his finger up in the air.] Forget the champagne. I'm going to stick with the flag.

[He puffs thoughtfully at his cigar]

The question is where you'll be sticking the flag.

[Jack's eyebrows go upwards and he leans to the side a bit. There's that edge in his voice when he's letting the innuendos go wild.]

That's what they were wanting to know.

Sure, I'll bet.

[Let there be rolling of the eyes]

You struck me as trouble from the moment I walked in here. Naturally, I had to say hello. There was a chance it could be amusing.

It was a bit of challenge seeing they had more than one place to stick it.

[Jack's always a hard one to see if there's anything true to what he was saying. He pouts a bit and he then offers out a hand. A man from a bygone era that Jack knows all too well.]

Me? Trouble? I'm the master of making it. And, I just need to say hello. Captain Jack Harkness.