Part of Jim really doesn't want to see this. But he knows damn well he probably should. He steels himself, and looks down at the image.

...he's still not prepared.

It's like someone carved a bodybuilder out of solid muscle. A bodybuilder with George Kirk's face, and somehow even the eyepatch and choppy haircut that'd look awful on anyone else just work for him. Jim shifts uncomfortably, and yeah, it's so much worse seeing the guy outside his own imagination. There's a tightness in his stomach that he can't put a name to, and god, he still doesn't know what to think but it's all bad.

"...holy shit."