He rolls his eyes.
he catches it, reads it, raises an eyebrow, but doesnt do anything else besides that.
Needles show up across his body. free accupuncture, but it spells out "dont like to"
Jar Man, ever the crappy timer, chooses this moment to walk in, drunk and high to heaven, hell, timbuktu, the sun and back, round trip, and collapses and somehow manages to give his idiotic brain cells a way to give rapid acting meds.