He's obviously already sampled the gourmet cuisine.
They say that mice who've ingested cat shit which is riddled with the parasite T. gondii can't help themselves from running up to a cat, flopping down on their bellies, and saying "please eat me".
So it begs the question.... does Jack have a cat/s, and is he still young enough to flop?
I'm just saying... it might be an awkward situation if Jack can't even touch his toes anymore or needs ones of this electric Lazyboy recliners to get upright, and the cat/s are like, "just go down, you ancient dinosaur motherfucker! You ate our shit, we got receipts, and now it's time to pay up"...