November 15, 2018
Jack is sitting alone in the Bunker’s kitchen. He takes a sip of coffee, testing to see if it’s right. He picks up the sugar dispenser and holds it over his cup for an 8-count (as one does, if you’re me). Dean walks in and is like, simmer down with the diabeetus, Wilford. Jack explains that, without his powers, everything tastes different. He can’t get his coffee how he likes it, so.