Summary: Jack being Jack, tied and tested is a method he likes for...
"How long do you think we're gonna have to stay in this box?"
"I dunno. As long as Jack wants us to, I suppose."
"But I don't like it in the dark. I...I...I get nervous."
"Fer cryin' out loud Breeve, act your age."
"How old am I, Clink?"
"I dunno. Why d'ya keep askin' all these questions?"
"I've got a feeling...deep in my manacles."
"Hmmm, well keep it to yourself, Breeve, I really don't wanna go there."
"I...I can't help it. Can't help it, Clink, just got this feeling. I have, right here."
"Breeve! Just calm down, you're making me rattle."
"S...s...sorry, Clink. You know how I get, all nervy and jumpy. I need to be out there, fitting snugly around a wrist or an ankle...can't help it. Just need to be tight and tense, y'know...all tied up."
"Breeve, stop getting so hyper. There's not enough room in this box for an over-excited handcuff."
"Sorry, yeah, sorry, ooh...can't help it...sorry."
"Count to ten and relax, Breeve."
"Okay. Yeah, I can do that...count, yeah. One for desire, two cuffs, three kisses, four f..."
"Shhh! Someone's coming."
"Oooh, have I missed it? Damn..."
"Well, that was a quick visit."
"Yeah, quick. Just a turn around the bed and back in the box."
"Never mind, Breeve, we got Jack nice and wound up while we were there."
"I don't want to get wound up; I want to get tied up!"
"Look, Jack got what he needed. Stop complaining."
"I'm not. I'm NOT! But you know how I get sometimes."
"I know, I know. I can understand. Jack pulls us out of the box and we get to see daylight, well electric light anyway."
"And when he laid us across his belly he was breathing even quicker than you do."
"He was, he was."
"I like the way he picks us up and gives our chains a real good stretch."
"Yeah, oh yeah, yeah."
"Don't get excited again, Breeve, you're gonna hyperventilate if you're not careful."
"Sorry, sorry, can't help it."
"At least we got to snap onto his wrists for a little while."
"Oooh, snap, yeah, snap...yeah, lots of sn...sn...snapping, oh yesssss."
"Breeve! Stoppit now! If you don't calm down you'll get yourself all in knots and you know how Jack likes us to be straight."
"Straight? Straight! I don't think so."
"Sorry, sorry. My head is still spinning. I like tightening around him but all that up and down stuff...it makes me dizzy."
"Just settle back now, Breeve. I think we'll be out and about on a regular basis sooner than you know."
"Sure. Y'know Jack's new friend?"
"Yeah, him. I think we might be sent on an away mission, right around his wrists."
"When? When do you think, Clink? Huh? When?"
"Soon, I'm certain of it."
"You're so clever, Clink. How do you know these things?"
"Remember when he took us out the other night? What was Jack saying?"
"Oh yeah, he was repeating JeezeDannyFuck a lot of times."
"Exactly. Seeing it was just him and us, I think he was rehearsing, y'know practising for when he plays the Clink and Quick Breathe game."
"Great! Does that mean we'll get tied to the bed head again?"
"We might. Think you're up to it, Breeve? It's been a very long time since we did that."
"Oh yeah, I'm ready. I can do that. I can, I can, y'know, oh yes, yes, yes."
"Good, now rest until we have to use our discipline."
"Disc...disc...discipline? I'm gonna faint, uhh, can't breathe, Clink..."
"I think it's time, Breeve. It's time to come out and play."
"How do I look? Do I look okay? Do I? Huh? Do I?"
"You look fine, Breeve. Your padding is very soft; you've been looking after yourself."
"Yeah, yep, I have. You know I'd never want to hurt or leave marks. I'm very proud of my stern yet gentle facilities."
"Oh! Here we go. Now remember to keep breathing, you can't afford to go limp at the crucial moment."
"No, okay, I got it. No limp stuff, no, not me. I'll be strong, I promise."
"Listen up, it's JeezeDannyFuck. Oh god, that feels good, such a snug fit."
"Yeah, snug, very snug."
"Oh good, it's the bed head drill. We'll get a good view from here and hopefully, an even better work out and Breeve?"
"He's strong, this JeezeDannyFuck. Really strong. Hope my poor old links can take it."
"He's pulling hard now, twisting and squirming. Oh yeah, that's it, pull on me, resist Jack and make him work for it. Clink? Clink! I think I'm squeezing into his wrists. I think I might be hurting him."
"Don't worry, Breeve, he likes it hard and rough, like Jack does."
"Oh yeah, hard, very hard and rough, c'mon, rough!"
"Hey! Jack's had his name changed!"
"Ohgodohgodohgod? Yep, that's a good name for Jack."