To make the burning soldier move away from me—who was standing just two arms away—I decided to use Jack's dead body's right leg.
I would kick his chest like a mosquito with an erection with Jack's leg and push the guard away.
But Jack stopped me from doing that like the cop who stopped me from running after an underage girl… who was an adult but with just short height.
Jack said he won't watch his body getting burned and if I kicked the guard with his leg, his leg would melt.
I told him his leg won't melt, it wasn't made of wax like a dildo for rats' vagina.
But then he said that it wasn't made of wax, it was made of plastic.
This fucker had a prosthetic leg for all this time and he was worried about it getting hurt even when he was a ghost now with no relation to his body anymore!
That's why I ignored him like a husband when his wife asks him why he doesn't get hard anymore and got ready to kick the burning guard's chest with his fake right leg.
