The black silhouet of a familiar hero stands at the top of a building. As the figure crouches and finally takes a mighty leap from the building he performs a series of mid air acrobatics before landing in a dramtic crouch on the pavement below, surrounded by Skull gang members.
Galactic Jack's sly grin is trademark, he's ready to do business. In a blaze of inhuman speed he rushes at the nearest gang member.
One by one the gang members are tossed into building sides, across the streets, into light poles and parking meters. One even lands in the open arms of a passing patrol man. Every punch, kick, throw and slice of his long metal claws is accented, dramatic and well rehersed.
When the gang members are no more Galactic Jack walks to his left and enters a store front, a huge sign proudly displays "City of Gyros" above the door.
Inside, Galactic Jack is surrounded by beautiful, young women in tight clothing with a particularly attractive girl at his side, his arm securely wrapped around her hip. In his left hand he holds an exquisitely crafted Gyro.
"When I'm finished with crime on the streets there's only one thing on my mind." he says, smiling like he was born to do it. His hand moves down to presumeably squeeze at the rear of the woman he's holding, much to her discomfort. "But after that, I head to City of Gyros for the best Gyros Paragon City has to offer."
Jack takes a large, clean bite from the Gyro in his hand and lets out a convincing sigh of satisfaction.
"City of Gyros: my number one Gyro destination! And that..." he stops enthusiastically only to have the women around him chime in unison to finish the familiar catch phrase.
"... is a Galactic Jack matter of fact!"
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Now, the question we're all dying to ask: Is it City of Jai-rows, City of Ghee-rows, or City of Yee-rohs?
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Now, the question we're all dying to ask: Is it City of Jai-rows, City of Ghee-rows, or City of Yee-rohs?
[/ QUOTE ] In some dialects of Greek, it is City of Hee-rows.
The black silhouet of a familiar hero stands at the top of a building. As the figure crouches and finally takes a mighty leap from the building he performs a series of mid air acrobatics before landing in a dramtic crouch on the pavement below, surrounded by Skull gang members.
Galactic Jack's sly grin is trademark, he's ready to do business. In a blaze of inhuman speed he rushes at the nearest gang member.
One by one the gang members are tossed into building sides, across the streets, into light poles and parking meters. One even lands in the open arms of a passing patrol man. Every punch, kick, throw and slice of his long metal claws is accented, dramatic and well rehersed.
When the gang members are no more Galactic Jack walks to his left and enters a store front, a huge sign proudly displays "City of Gyros" above the door.
Inside, Galactic Jack is surrounded by beautiful, young women in tight clothing with a particularly attractive girl at his side, his arm securely wrapped around her hip. In his left hand he holds an exquisitely crafted Gyro.
"When I'm finished with crime on the streets there's only one thing on my mind." he says, smiling like he was born to do it. His hand moves down to presumeably squeeze at the rear of the woman he's holding, much to her discomfort. "But after that, I head to City of Gyros for the best Gyros Paragon City has to offer."
Jack takes a large, clean bite from the Gyro in his hand and lets out a convincing sigh of satisfaction.
"City of Gyros: my number one Gyro destination! And that..." he stops enthusiastically only to have the women around him chime in unison to finish the familiar catch phrase.
"... is a Galactic Jack matter of fact!"