A/N: Mmmmm... Filler...
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There was no mercy. Jack's roommate came in to find Jack struggling into his pants.
"Don't bother," the large man said smugly, "This won't take long."
From behind his back, the man revealed a butcher's knife.
"I'm taking the whole thing, Jackie. You've lost your freak privileges."
Jack hastily buttoned his pants. As he reached out to the shirt on his desk chair, the knife came down, barely missing the tips of his fingers.
"Just sit down and it'll be over in no time."
Jack pulled the shirt from under the knife; tearing it from the center of the chest through the collar. As he struggled to get it on, his roommate moved behind him and took hold of his tail.
"We can do it this way then."
The larger man pulled the tail so that he could rest it over the back of the chair.
"Ready?"
"No, please, no," Jack cried.
"You had your chances."
The broken tail laid helplessly over the back of the chair. Jack didn't like it much, but he wasn't about to get it brutally chopped off. He tried to control it to pull it out of the way of the raised blade, but it remained limp. Finally, as the knife came down, Jack mustered whatever strength he had and lunged away, pulling the tail from his roommate's grasp.
"You…" the man hissed.
Jack was quick to regain himself. Once on his feet, he ran out of the room, snagging the Monkey Staff by his door. His roommate was right behind him. As he ran for the door with the staff in hand, Jack felt himself changing. Reaching for his long coat, he felt a rough hand slam down on his shoulder. Spinning around instinctually, Jack was looking into the infuriated eyes of his roommate.
"Holy shit!" the man gasped as he jumped away, "You're…"
Jack barred his teeth.
"You're a fucking monkey!"
Jack let out a primal screech before opening the door and running out on all fours.