Something Isn't Right...

"Darlin', I'm not Jackaboy. He's stuck.....watchin' right now, while I take what belongs ta me."

"T-then...who are you? W-what are you? And w-what do you want from me."

I ask, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer to the last one. I just hope I'm wrong.

"Well sweet'eart, I don't have a name, but ya can call me Anti."