Tuck seemed doubtful, "I don't know, Jack. He didn't give me too much information before he was ready to torture me, and he only did that to mess up my state of mind so I would crack faster. He's not going to voluntarily give up anything we can use to foil his big plan."

"Probably not," I acknowledged. "But I want to be able to say we did everything we could before resorting to what I'm about to do."

"Resorting to what?" Tuck asked with a touch of concern in his face.

"Let's hope you don't have to find out," I replied. "Just get started. Put him in the chair, and start talking to him."

As Tuck began that, I walked over to the towel on the floor, the one that had been soaked in smelling salt solution. I had an idea for another thing it could be used for. But I really hoped it didn't come to this.

I took the towel over to the sink and ran water over it, completely soaking it. Then I poured some of the smelling salt solution on it, but not too much. The smelling salts couldn't be too strong for this. Just a few twists to wring out the towel, and I was ready.

I walked over to Morty, who looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Oh look," Morty said sarcastically, "it's the mesothelioma lawyer who thinks he's a big action hero. We both know you're not a violent guy by nature, Jack. So why don't you stop trying to fool anyone and just release me, yeah?"

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