A/N: I did nothing but giggle when writing this. I'll leave you to read this, whilst I have the image of Torn being dragged to buy another table, with Jinx yelling "TO IKEA!".
Slam!
Jak and Jinx sighed.
Bash!
A second pair of sighs.
It was at that moment that Torn looked up from his work and at the pair of blondes. "What?"
The eighteen year old spoke first. "How about…bashing something else, for a change? You know, besides tables? Your fist has gone through two in the last month. They aren't cheap."
The ex-Guard frowned. "What do you suggest I bash, instead?"
Jak shrugged, unable to return an answer.
Jinx gave his typical cheeky smirk, puffing on a cigar. "How 'bout the bishop?"
Torn was not amused. "I'll bash you two, if you come up with any other stupid ideas!"
Both blondes looked at each other, before scooting down the bar – anywhere, further away from Torn, would do.
The latter suddenly realised what he'd said. "Wait! No! I didn't mean it like that!"
But it was too late. Jak and Jinx had scampered out of the door, sharpish, leaving the former Krimzon Guard to facepalm himself.