I decided to do another rewrite of this first chapter, as I was bored and didn't feel like doing another new one and I also wanted to redo another chapter. Hope this thing is still funny for you guys.

The New Random Adventures of Jak and Daxter

Chapter 1: Picnic of Doom

It was a normal day in Haven City; or at least it was in Erol's opinion. The commander in question was currently relaxing in his average-sized bed reading a gun magazine, gazing out of his small window at the midday sun and at the city below that he really didn't care that much about.

Erol's day had been going normally; or again, it was normal according to Erol's standards. It all started when he, and everyone else in the Palace, for that matter, was yanked from his sleep at around 7:30 in the morning after an apparent explosion had occurred that shook the building. Upon further examination, the explosion and rumble was actually Praxis, who had somehow fallen out of his massive Baron-sized bed on the top floor, creating a massive crater inside of his bedroom where he had fallen. Erol and the other residents were astounded that Praxis hadn't managed to fall through the floor and into the room below his, which happened to be Erol's. The commander even saw a bulge in his ceiling confirming that theory. Erol wondered if he should even go back to sleep after this phenomenon, but he knew he'd only be getting up in another hour or so anyway.

After quickly getting down to the cafeteria for breakfast before Praxis arrived to shoo everyone out so he could 'check the food for poisons', Erol went out on his morning patrol throughout the city. Although his patrols were supposed to last only a couple of hours, this particular patrol lasted quite a few hours longer because of, well, an 'accident' in the slums. As Erol arrived on the scene, he immediately spotted one of the many people he despised up ahead...with a digital camera.

"Ugh, I should've known," Erol muttered to himself, walking up to the perpetrator. "Jak, what did you do this time; and why do you have a camera?"

"Isn't it beautiful, Erol," Jak responded as he took pictures of the wreck. "I think it's my greatest masterpiece yet! This is going on the wall of fame!"

Erol glanced at this so-called 'masterpiece' and saw a very large pileup of zoomers, along with the drivers of said zoomers. It was a terrible sight, too: people were screaming obscenities at Jak, some of the zoomers had actually caught fire, a citizen kept yelling "my leg!" over and over, and the piece-of-resistance, what looked to be Torn's brand new convertible sitting in a crumpled heap on the top of the wreckage. It was almost like a Christmas tree, with Torn's car as the star on top. Of course, only Jak would see it that way; everyone else would just cringe at the sight.

Erol watched as Jak finished his pictures then grabbed another zoomer and drove off; most likely to the Underground to brag about his new creation to Torn. Erol soon heard a crash, followed a few moments later by a loud gasp. The commander soon heard a very loud "JAAAAAAK" that somehow caused an earthquake-like rumble throughout the city, causing some damage to buildings as well as causing many windows...and Vin...to shatter. Erol smirked to himself as Jak came racing out of the Underground on another one of Torn's cars, the ex-commander following him on another zoomer shouting obscenities at the hero. Erol snickered as another explosion occurred out of his view, followed by more yelling from Torn.

After spending the next few hours prying citizens out of the wreckage, Erol returned for lunch at the palace and had been relaxing in his room since then. The commander glanced at his clock, which read '1:00 pm', narrowing his eyes when he concluded he still had to endure 9 more hours of this dreaded Monday. Erol really hoped that he wouldn't be interrupted for the rest of the day, but he knew that as long as Praxis resided inside the palace, things were bound to happen that would involve the commander leaving the sanctity of his bedroom and either be forced to accompany the baron in his Baron-ing, or he would have to stop Praxis from continuing said Baron-ing. And sure enough, Erol's peace and quiet was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. Erol rolled his eyes, still determined to have the rest of the day to himself.

"Go away whoever you are," Erol yelled. There were a few more knocks before it stopped and Erol had smiled in victory...or so he thought. Erol heard a 'smash' moments later, looking up from his magazine to see that a meaty hand hat somehow found its way through his door. Erol immediately recognized the had as Praxis's, putting down the magazine and sulking on his bed. He watched Praxis attempt to feel for the lock to open the door, but failed and pulled his hand out. Erol thought that surely Praxis would've given up now, but he was sadly mistaken. Erol's face became one of horror as there was a much louder 'CRASH', followed by Praxis ripping right through Erol's door like it was paper.

"What do you want?" Erol asked angrily.

"Oh, nothing," Praxis replied casually, getting up off the floor and brushing himself off like he didn't just break down Erol's door for the third time that week.

"Then why did you just massacre my door," Erol asked. Praxis looked down to see the damage he'd caused and just stood there like he didn't even care.

"Cause you wouldn't let me in even after I knocked politely," Praxis said. Erol just smacked his forehead.

"Sir, you break people's doors down all the time," Erol said. Praxis suddenly got an angry look in his eyes, which made Erol immediately regret what he said.

"I do NOT," Praxis hissed, his eye twitching like he was going to strangle Erol. "Pfft, and this is the thanks I get for trying to invite you to my Picnic Party tonight."

"OK sir, first of all I do LIVE here," Erol replied. "So in a way you don't need to invite me; or anyone else that lives here in the palace that you will most likely try to go and invite anyway." Praxis just stared at Erol with a bored expression as he continued on. "Secondly, do you remember the last time you tried to hold a party?"

"Urr..." Praxis mumbled.

"When Veger was hanging from the chandelier like the drunk that he is and Seem kept hitting him with a baseball bat like he was a pinata..."

No response from Praxis.

"When Jak did that 'Extreme cannonball' into the pool..."

Praxis chuckled at the thought of Jak's stunt but said nothing more.

"When Torn chased me around the city with that piece of broccoli..."

"OH, yeah that...ah, good times," Praxis said.

"You don't even care about what I'm saying, do you," Erol said. Praxis then let out a quick belch, saying: "So, then, I'll see you at Seven?"

"Ugh...fine," Erol said. Praxis squealed giddily as he waddled out of Erol's room and down the hall to the left. Erol lamented the loss of his door (which he had to replace just a few days prior because of someone busting that one down) whilst listening to Praxis's thundering slowly dissipate until it stopped a few moments later.

Erol was about to lay down where he then heard another 'smash'. Erol realized that Praxis had invaded yet another poor soul's room, making an attempt to invite another resident of the Palace to this shenanigan of his. Erol continued listening in, as a slight scream was heard after the crash, followed by some incoherent yelling from the room's owner, followed by louder yelling which was no doubt Praxis retaliating. There was then some more crashing and banging, some girlish screaming which undoubtedly belonged to Veger (meaning now Erol realized it was the council chair's room Praxis was invading), more yelling, what sounded like a stabbing noise, a shriek, some incoherent gibberish, and lastly an explosion. Erol then heard the thunders of the Baron walking out of that room, and couldn't help to rush over and see if Veger was alright.

When he did get there, however, the sight actually flabbergasted Erol; the entire room was spotless; no broken chairs, no banged-up bed, no dents or holes in the walls, no destruction at all. The only thing that had shown the past incident had occurred was that Veger was balled up in the middle of the floor, rocking back and forth sucking his thumb. Erol also eyed what seemed to be a plastic spork that was, for reasons unknown, stabbed into the head of the council's forehead. Erol figured that Veger was eating his lunch when Praxis invaded, attempted to use the spork in self-defense, but failed. Erol sighed and walked out the door, heading to his room to enjoy what little peace and quiet he had left before it would all be ruined later that night.

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It was finally 8pm, and Praxis had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his 'guests', who for the most part decided to go along with this charade as they didn't want to incur the wrath of Praxis (and be the cause of a massive city-wide rampage).

There were some holdouts, though, including Damas who kept mistaking Praxis for a girl scout selling cookies, Veger who said he would be busy all day doing 'Council' things (shows clip of him sitting in the Naughty Otsel all day watching ESPN) before the earlier destruction to his room and his forehead happened, and Torn, despite Praxis saying that "The best part is that that stupid-ass Torn isn't going to be there" right in front of his face, before asking Torn if he wanted to come, who was met with Torn chasing him out of the Underground with his dagger.

Praxis soon heard the doorbell begin to ring (the fact that the palace had a doorbell mystified everyone), as his guests flooded in. Praxis watched gleefully as Ashelin, Keira, Samos, Kliever, Jak (who made a 'smashing' entrance; meaning he literally drove 'through' the door to the palace), Kor, Onin, Vin, Jinx, Veger, Daxter, Pecker, Young Samos, Jorn (a fusion of Jak and Torn), Razer, Gol (for some odd reason), Krew, Tess, Metal Kor, Human Daxter, UR-86, Sig, Erol, and finally Seem enter the Palace in no particular order.

"THEY'RE HERE," Praxis cheered gleefully and began to mingle with everyone. The lot soon found themselves out in the palace gardens where to party was set up at. Yes, everything was going well for Praxis; that is, until...well...

"Hey moron," a voice said behind the Baron. Praxis's face scrunched up in rage at that voice, turning around to see Torn standing with his arms crossed.

"You..." Praxis spat, spit flying from his mouth and landing on Torn's face. "I don't remember inviting YOU, you scoundrel!"

"Uh, yeah, you did, and here's the invite," Torn said, showing Praxis the document whilst wiping the Praxis saliva off his face. The Baron grabbed it and began to scan it, processing this foreign information in his head. Torn swore he could hear machine or computer-like noises coming from Praxis's ears, as if a computer was actually inside his head.

Torn waited for about five minutes before Praxis finally spoke: "Well, it LOOKS like my invite...But is it the real thing?"

"Uh...it has your seal and signature right there," Torn pointed out. Praxis looked it over again, even attempting to sign his own name in an effort to try and match this (to him) foreign signature that was claimed to be his own. In fact, Praxis spent about 15 minutes comparing numerous samples to the invite, before finally saying: "Ok, so it IS mine. Hm...I GUESS your story checks out."

"Good, now get me a peanut-mushroom smoothie," Torn demanded. Some passersby raised an eyebrow at such a dish, expecting someone like Jak or Daxter to order something like that.

"GET IT YOURSELF," Praxis raged, his voice booming through the city and setting off a few alarms. Torn just stared at Praxis. The Baron saw this stare and believed Torn had challenged the Baron to a staring contest, and the loser would make the smoothie. Praxis narrowed his eyes and began to stare at Torn, sweat dripping off his face. Torn stood still, however, unfazed by this action. Praxis started even harder, his armpits and neck now beginning to sweat. Torn still didn't respond, and eventually Praxis couldn't hold it in anymore and had to blink.

"You..." Praxis asked in amazement. "Are...you a...wizard?"

Torn just raised an eyebrow, finally blinking as well.

"You machine..." Praxis muttered. "OK, I'll make the smoothie." Praxis waddled away, Torn still having no idea what had just happened.

(meanwhile)

"You..." Jak muttered menacingly, his eyes narrowed as he stared dramatically at the person/object in front of him. "So...we meet again, my friend."

"Jak, what are you doing," Keira asked as she wandered by Jak.

"Not now, sweetie, I'm doing a monologue," Jak responded. Keira just rolled her eyes and walked away, Jak continuing with his speech. "I conquered you once, and I can do it again. But this time...it will be even MORE extreme."

"Jak, why are you talking to the swimming pool," Torn asked as he walked over after hearing his employer's mutterings.

"Because it thinks it's better than me," Jak stated, smiling like he had an idea. Torn feared such a smile, and realizing Jak was about to do something that would end up costing him money, walked away to see if Praxis had started his smoothie yet.

(Back to Praxis)

"Ugh...where are you...aha! There you are," Praxis muttered, rummaging through the kitchen of the palace. He then pulled out a blender that Erol had bought last summer, which had remained unused because the baron likes to make his drinks 'the manly way' (Shows clip of a cement mixer with sharp metal points inside it attached to the engine of a zoomer sitting in Praxis's garage). Eventually Praxis had figured out how to work such a foreign machine, grabbing the contents of Torn's requested drink and dumping them in.

"OK...this goes there...this presses...and..." Praxis mumbled as he fussed with the controls of the blender, not knowing how it worked and also not bothering to read the instruction manual (Shows clip of him throwing it out the window of the kitchen, the manual flying through the air some before smacking Vin in the head). Praxis did finally get the blender to start up; however, he forgot a basic step in blender usage: putting the lid to the blender on. So...

*SPLAT*

Yes, once the blender started going, the contents, instead of being ground into a delectable beverage, flew out of the appliance and vigorously covered the walls, the ceiling, Praxis, the door to the kitchen, Praxis again, the floor, Praxis, and some had even managed to escape out the window of the kitchen and hit a passing Vin, who yelled "I SURRENDER!" before running around the gardens screaming girlishly.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS SMOOTHIE," Torn asked in a rage, standing in the door after arriving just in time to see the smoothie explosion end.

"Oh, Torn, you and your stories," Praxis said, flicking his hand in the air. "What makes you think I did this?"

Torn stared at Praxis, amazed that he could be that stupid. "Well, you're the one standing next to the blender, and you're also the one I told to go make the smoothie," Torn replied. "You're also the only one here stupid enough to do such a thing, besides Jak, who seems to be eying your pool again, and Damas, who isn't even here."

"But that blender's so hard to use..."

"No it's not," Torn said, walking away.

"Well, You wanted the smoothie in the first place; if you wouldn't have ordered it, this wouldn't have happened!"

"If you weren't such a moron, this wouldn't have happened," Torn remarked.

"Veger did it!"

"Veger's not even here," Torn said, holding up a sticky note that said: "Gone to the Wasteland" in Veger's handwriting with his signature.

"Erol bought the blender! If he'd only let me do things my way for once!"

"You're the Baron, you can do whatever you want."

Praxis just stared at Torn, like he'd just spoken another language. Torn looked at Praxis, puzzled. Did he really just forget he was the BARON?

"Hey...you're right," Praxis said, smiling cheerily. "I AM THE BARON!" Praxis leaned out the window, yelling: "Hey guys, guess what? I'm the BARON!"

Everyone just looked at each other strangely, but shrugged, clapping gratuitously at Praxis's seemingly new found achievement (well, to him is was new).

"I must fulfill my new Baron duties," Praxis proclaimed, leaping out the window. "Oh, and I blame Dark Eco," Praxis said, popping his upper body into the room from the window, holding a jug of Dark Eco. Torn rolled his eyes and watched Praxis run off, then looked at his watch and suddenly remembered it was Laundry day back in the Underground and he hadn't done such thing yet. Torn raced off back to the Underground, catching a glimpse of an incoming vehicle which happened to be the Slam Dozer with Damas at the wheel, along with Justin from 'From Rookie to Hero' riding in the passenger's seat.

"I am Damas, hear me ROAR," Damas announced, before screaming in a high-pitched girly voice. "I AM THE GREATEST! Ah, here we are!" The King of Spargus then proceeded to drive through the hole of the Palace that Jak had recently created, driving through the building itself before out another wall and coming to a stop at the party. "Go ahead Justin, I have business to attend to," Damas said, narrowing his eyes in a dramatic manner, saying his sentence in a similar manner. Justin just looked at him weird before strolling on ahead of him.

Meanwhile, Praxis was happily enjoying himself and his celebratory Baroning, which included Gloating to Erol that he couldn't boss him around anymore, sending Ashelin up to bed because 'she was too young to be at a party like this', shooing everyone away from the punch bowl and then proceeding to drink the whole bowl, and of course forcing all of the guests to listen to a mix tape of his most favorite artists including Beyonce, the Black Eyed Peas, The Who, and even a little bit of Michael Jackson, to which Praxis also forced everyone into dancing to "Thriller". It was then that Justin had wandered into the area, and right away the Baron noticed him out of the corner of his eye.

"YOU..." Praxis said, turning to the young FL soldier and pointing a finger at him, narrowing his eyes dramatically. "I remember you..." Praxis stood there for about a minute, Justin raising an eyebrow at this. The baron then mysteriously disappeared, before mysteriously re-appearing in the exact same spot, only this time he had something with him that made Justin freeze in his tracks. It was a cannon; sure, it looked like an ordinary 18th century cannon, and in fact it was. It also still worked, to the amazement of everyone.

Justin remembered the horrible day when he came face to face with that dreaded cannon: it was 'meet Baron Praxis' day at the Haven mall, and Justin's mom had taken him to see the baron that day. Justin apparently ended up asking too many boring questions that day, and was otherwise annoying in Praxis's eyes, and so the Baron did what the Baron always does: create mayhem. He proceeded to grab the little ten-year old kid that was Justin and shove him into the cannon that was somehow sitting behind the Baron and had not even been noticed by anyone until he used it. He fired the cannon and launched Justin through the air and out the glass window overhead. His mom began to complain, but Praxis asked if she'd like to join her son and she quickly quieted down.

Justin quickly screamed and ran away, presumably to find Jak or Damas, Praxis chuckling under his breath. However, Praxis soon turned serious again, as he had unconsciously sniffed the air and smelled something he didn't approve of. It smelled...hot...sandy...and...well-groomed. Praxis turned to see Damas strutting towards the Baron, a look of disappointment on his face.

"What are YOU doing here," Praxis asked.

"You call this a party," he asked. "Hrmph, my parties are five times more fun than this!"

"You...HOW DARE YOU MOCK MY PARTY-HOLDING SKILLS!"

"The usual challenge, then," Damas asked with a smirk. Praxis nodded as the two ran off, the guests wondering what the 'usual challenge' even was.

Meanwhile, Justin had managed to escape to the pool area, but was stopped by a cardboard and plywood wall surrounding the whole pool. In addition, several signs were posted around, reading: "keep out", "authorized personnel only", and "No peeking". A large white tarp covered the whole pool as well, seemingly reaching several feet into the air. Justin wandered over to the lone opening and, not heeding the signs, attempted to take a peek under the tarp. However, just as he touched it, Jak instantly appeared and shooed him away, stating: "you'll just have to wait until after the experiment is completed just like everyone else." Jak then resumed his work, construction noises being heard soon after. Justin shrugged and, remembering that it was laundry day at the Underground, went off to do some 'clothes diving'.

Meanwhile, Veger had finally returned from doing his 'Council' things (shows clip of him and the rest of the council drag-racing in the Wasteland) and had expected to return to a somewhat under control Palace. However, he had forgotten about Praxis's 'party', and upon arriving at the Palace, immediately noticed the large hole that used to be the entrance to the place. Veger walked into the palace, following the destruction inside with concern, before finding another hole the same size (right in the Council room, of all places) and walking outside and into the Gardens.

Veger gasped in terror when he layed eyes upon everyone he despised all in the same location and running amok in the gardens, hooting and hollering. The council head almost fainted a the sight of Praxis and Damas drunkenly singing and doing air-guitar (this must've been 'the usual challenge') with Kliever and Gol doing background music, Keira chasing Ashelin around the garden with her spanner because she 'looked at her funny', Tess, Rayn, and Gol(?) sitting around laughing drunkenly for no real reason, Erol and Razer racing each other in lawn mowers, Seem and Sig LARPing, Kor doing the disco, Samos making out with a tree, and lastly, a very large tarp covering the pool area in a weird shape. Veger sighed in agony as he went into the kitchen to get a drink to calm his nerves; nerves that had suddenly seen their limit as he saw the exploded smoothie mess covering the kitchen.

"WHO DEFILED MY BEAUTIFUL KITCHEN," Veger roared furiously once he'd rushed back outside. Everyone just stared at him with their drunken expressions: Erol fell off the seat of the lawnmower he was on in the background.

"Hey...he's not drunk," Praxis slurred. "Let's GET HIM!"

The drunken rebel began to stir from their seats, slowly making their way towards Veger. The council head just stood there, unimpressed, as everyone eventually fell over from lack of coordination. Veger was about to just leave when he heard a very familiar voice; a voice that could only mean one thing: something very bad was about to happen.

"GENTLEMEN...and ladies...BEHOLD!"

The voice belonged to Jak, as he had finally finished his 'project', pulling the very large tarp off of whatever it was, Veger cringing at the sight of what seemed like a daredevil diving obstacle course. Flames lit up on the surface of the pool, a small ring of safe water available in the center, hoops (also on fire), arrow traps, guillotines, rabid crocodile/shark hybrids, and lastly a diving board that was also on fire. "I will now attempt the awesomenest, epicist, most insane and radtastical cannonball ever! FEAR MY POWER!"

Jak then ripped off his clothes, revealing a somewhat-small-for-him pair of swim trunks, and then climbed up the blazing steps of the diving board ladder and onto the board which was at least 100 feet in the air. Everyone watched in amazement as Jak did a few warmup bounces before leaping off the diving board and falling through the air, past all the hazards, doing several 'stunts' in the air including air guitar, the worm, dancing like an Egyptian, watching TV, playing basketball, and finally doing karate moves before curling into a ball and approaching the target.

Some swore they heard an explosion take place once Jak hit the water, and some even said they actually saw the pool explode. Veger watch in horror and slow motion as the aquatic contents of the pool flew up into the sky, coming down like a heavy rainfall on all of the guests, bits of flaming pool falling from the sky as well. Everyone checked for any sign of Jak, thinking he'd finally gone off the deep end this time. Amazingly, the blonde crawled out of the pool, somehow only being slightly singed from such a massive explosion. Jak did a victory pose as the crowd of guests cheered drunkenly for him. Ironically, Jak was the only sober person there (besides Veger, though that could be debatable).

Veger had finally had enough, screaming: "THAT'S IT! ALL OF YOU, OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW! OUT!" People muttered obscenities and other hateful words before slowly making their way out of the Palace; however, Veger had managed to round up Erol and Ashelin and lead them to the kitchen.

"OK, you two, you're gonna clean up this whole 'party' mess," Veger stated.

"Why us? It was father's idea," Ashelin said.

"Yes, but your father considers cleaning up to be 'shoving everything in some random room in the palace', usually my room," Veger replied. Ashelin nodded, remembering what happened when the Baron did his 'spring cleaning' earlier that year; Veger couldn't even get into his room to go to bed and instead had to sleep at the Naughty Otsel that night. "Now I'm going up to my room to read, and I expect this place to be spotless when I get back. Understand?" Ashelin and Erol nodded, Veger walking to the elevator and going up to his room.

"How the (hic) are we gonna clean this (hic) up," Erol asked, still somewhat intoxicated. Ashelin thought for a moment before pulling what looked like a normal whistle from her pocket and using it. Kliever then mysteriously appeared, Ashelin pointing to the current kitchen destruction. Kliever saluted her and began to lick all the smoothie mess from the walls, ceiling, and anywhere else it may have landed.

"How did he..." Erol asked, mystified.

"I have no clue," Ashelin replied. Kliever finally finished up his business and took Erol and Ashelin on a joyride throughout the city in the slam dozer.

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Meanwhile, Torn had been attempting to do laundry for the past few hours, but was being interrupted by Justin taking all the clothes and making mounds out of them, 'diving' into the mounds. He'd asked Torn if he wanted to join, but the dreaded man refused politely, horrified inside that his laundry was getting dirtier and dirtier by the minute. He had finally been able to distract the young FL soldier by giving him his old Game Boy to play with, Justin lounging on one of the beds while Torn finished up the rest of the laundry.

Torn had just gotten everything folded and sorted, and was about to sit in his chair and admire his work when his door was knocked upon. Torn wondered who, besides Jak, would be here at this hour, and when he went to open the door, he was met with the same mob of people who were at the Palace rushing in, trampling over him yelling and cheering.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY HOUSE," Torn boomed.

"Mr. Tight ass Veger kicked us out so we decided we'd come and have a party here," Praxis said before looking at all the clean, folded laundry. "Hey, look everyone, clothes!" Everyone cheered and began to do some more 'clothes diving', Jak somehow pulling a leaver that opened a trap door on the ceiling and poured large amounts of clothes into the room. Everyone began to build forts with all the clothes and have clothes wars. Torn ran out of the Underground crying about his house being ransacked by morons.

Praxis soon brought his attention to Torn's microwave, pressing some buttons and messing around with it, eventually causing it to explode. The group just cheered at the explosion, molten microwave parts flying in random directions, some hitting the ceiling fan and being batted around.

Veger, meanwhile, had walked down the stairs to check on Torn and Ashelin and was met with saliva replacing the smoothie mess as the substance that covered the walls. Veger screamed girlishly and ran crying out of the palace and back to the wasteland.

Torn returned to his home the next morning from wherever he'd ran off to (shows clip of him in the Naughty Otsel, rocking back and forth in a booth all night). He was met by the whole lot passed out all over the Underground in several locations, including inside the furnace, draped over his zoomer, and even somehow stuck to the ceiling. Torn got all of them back on their feet and shooed them out of the Underground so he could clean up the mess and tell the members of the Underground why they didn't have clean clothes.

At the end of the day, Praxis eventually ended up having to clean up the remaining mess in the gardens, in which he did what he'd normally do; gather all the junk up and shove it in a random room in the palace, which no doubt happened to be Veger's room. The Council head returned later that day to an impassable room, screaming 'I hate you, you always ruin my life' before running to the Naughty Otsel for the rest of the day. It was then decided that Praxis was not allowed to hold or attend any type of party whatsoever ever again, in fear that he would destroy the entire city and the entire world, no doubt using that cannon of his to aid him.