Jack Point
A half-clown, half-detective who loves whiskey and cigars so much, he’d drink from a bullet hole if it meant saving the day.
Jack Point got shot and said, ‘I’ve had worse days.’
Jack Point got pierced in the hipflask and yelled, ‘That’s a new kind of pain!’
Jack Point took a bullet, sipped his whiskey, and said, ‘You’re gonna regret this.’