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Jack is working.

Well, for a given value of 'working,' anyway. He's sitting on the couch and filling in forms in his own inimitable style.

Cause of incident: Morons.
Resolution: Shouted a lot, shot alien spawn before it melded with any civilians.

He sucks the end of his pen thoughtfully, then carefully adds the words 'complete and total' at the relevant place.

It's just as well to be thorough.