Note: Chapter 25. It's my record shattered once again. And, after an hour and a half phone conversation, I think I have inspiration (and brain damage) enough to shit out a 25th chapter of greatness. Stay beautiful, and expect less frequent updates, because school starts on Wednesday and god forbid I write something actually good during school rather than a dry essay about the Civil freaking War.

I don't own Jak and Daxter.

And I will start off this landmark chapter with something new:

"YOU ATE MY ENCHILADA!!!!!"

--Crazy Steve, Drake and Josh

Chapter 25 (B-E-A-yeeeeee-ootiful. I'm enough of a geek to make Naughty Dog cry in shame.)

Jak wasn't feeling too hot for the rest of the honeymoon, causing him to complain once again that he "ruined" it.

"Shut up, Jak. You didn't ruin it. You helped me learn to read -well, at least a little- you helped get that weirdo bimbo at the restaurant fired. You got sick, yeah, but like I said, it's probably nothing." Torn said on the transport back home. Jak said nothing. "Come on, Jak. I had fun."

"But I got sick and you had to spend the majority of this trip taking care of me."

"You know I don't mind taking care of you."

"I still wish I could have been well enough to teach you more."

"I learned enough for now. We'll start up again after you're well."

"Ok." Jak replied. The transport touched down and Jak and Torn got up, burdened by many bags and suitcases. The gang (sans Ashlien and Tess) were there to greet them. "Hey guys! How was your trip?" Asked Keira cheerfully. "Sucked." Jak mumbled.

"I had fun." Torn replied.

"Why didn't Jak have fun?"

"I got sick two days in and haven't gotten any better since." Jak said, suddenly turning green and flipping himself around, dropping his things in the process, to kneel and go puke into the murky water. "He's been sick for days and I can't figure out for the life of me why." Torn said. "here, let me get that," Sig said, taking Torn's bags so Torn could get Jak's. Jak shakily stood up. Keira looked him over, and began feeling around his rib area. "H-h-hey! That tickles! What are you doing?"

"Uh-huh. Just as I thought."

"What is it?" Torn asked.

"I'll tell you when we get to the Naughty Ottsel." Keira said. Everyone loaded onto multiple Zoomers and zoomed back to the Naughty Ottsel a few hundred yards away. Jak was the first to fly inside, heading for a toilet. "Keira, what the fuck is wrong with him?!" Torn demanded. Jak came back in.

"Well, this is going to sound odd, but Jak is carrying some sort of alien parasite. I don't mean alien, like outer space, of course, anything's possible. You might have gotten it from the food, or something."

"So, what? I'm pregnant with some alien tapeworm?"

"Not exactly. Or maybe you could put it that way. Because you're a male, and therefore obviously don't have a womb, the parasite has opted to sit around in your stomach area, causing it to fill up, so anything you eat will just come right back up because there's no room for it."

"How do you know all this stuff?" Torn asked skeptically.

"What do you think I did for two weeks while you weren't around? Sit around and watch television?" Keira responded.

"So, tell me again. I am pregnant with some alien tapeworm?! How do I get it out?!"

"The only way to get it out would be with major surgery."

"Major Surgery?!" Cried both Torn and Jak.

"Yes. Major surgery."

"Well, who could do it?"

"That's the problem. I don't know." Sig came back. "Jeez, guys. Souvenir shopping much?"

"We liked that place. It had three swimming pools and hot tubs everywhere." Torn said childishly. "Um, hello, Torn! We're talking about a GIANT ALIEN TAPEWORM EATING MY GUTS!" Jak cried in terror.

Kiera began looking through a phone book.

End of Chapter 25.

Oh my God.