Jack doesn't know shit about any networks, and frankly, he doesn't care. Jack Valenti doesn't need any new excuses to come to Sugar and Spice, besides "sale" and "shit I hope they still have those adorable fucking dog chocolates with licorice in 'em." He used to subtle about his bizarre addiction, but goddamn is it a hard to find those fucking candies in this city sometimes. Compromises have to be made, on occasion, and only a handful of options will suffice. This is one of those options.

Despite how much he's glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to make eye contact with him, he's been waiting pretty patiently in the line. He's a man with needs and they're needs worth waiting for. Everyone probably still remembers him as that really angry licorice Scotties man.