Uber Jason using cognac

Jason pushed his fist through Darcy's face, claimed his brain, then looked up. The diners scattered like guilty peasants after a government overthrow. But Jason was on top of them. He was all over that. Forks flew through corneas with a nasty sound, cherry tomatoes exploding under the top back molar. Gourmands flailed beneath the shredded remains of recently unionized toaster ovens.

Jaded hookers ran screaming, burning iron pokers stuck through their backs. Electrified waiters pummeled the air. Jason threw the waiters in a pile. Tossed a bottle of cognac on that pile. Lit a match to it. The waiters’ bodies exploded in fire. Jason sniffed the air, quizzically.

   Jason X: - Death Moon, Chapter 16