Jack opened his eyes to the sight of his crew all lazing inside mounds of loot - the complete personification of decadence. The Jolly Rancher was parked on top of a mountain in an extremely visible place, making it easy for it to be spotted by any invading forces.
A hint of realisation dawned on him. No wonder the statue allowed him to retain enough consciousness to control Jack - the thirteen statues had probably been protecting it while they worked on Lex.
Well, now that he had regained control, it was time to set them straight.
"Looks like you guys have done a good job of looking after my loot," said Jack as his aura spread across all the items and absorbed them into his own Back of Atlas, leaving the crew stunned and unable to adapt to the sudden change.
"Now, as a reward for your service, I think I'll allow you to flex your muscles a bit and get to work," Jack said with a fairly ominous voice.
