Well, Barge. It's been fun. [No. No it has not.] It's about time I head on my way. You know, feed that traveling itch. Get the hell away from this particular brand of insanity. I'd rather take a Nostrovite right now. Another go with Aboddon would be better.

Someone get an eye on Vidal; he's got a case of homophobia like I haven't seen since World War II. He doesn't bat an eye at torture, either; trust me on that.

Doctors, it's been a pleasure. [Except for the part where he's still blaming him for Ianto's death. But hey, why be bitter.] Take care of yourselves, everybody. Play some strip twister in my name.

Armand's coming with me, by the way; a modern world tour's starting to sound pretty good. He'll be back. I won't.

(((Aaaand once goodbyes and/or hugs are had - spam is awesome - and Armand's affairs are in order, Jack's peacing out with him. It's been awesome, guys, thanks for being my Jack test drive. <3)))