"I would rather it eat from my hand than eat my hand," Jax agrees. Lady's got a point about that and he's not one to look a gift moose in the mouth. He guesses of all the fucked up things about this place, the moose is probably the least fucked up of them all. He's still looking around for moose-mama with wary eyes, though.

"I've seen the other one around. Guess it's a buck or something? No fucking idea what you call male moose."