EDITED!
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I is back! Sorry for the looooooooooooooooong delay for which I have little excuse...
Erol: Ahh... Time for me to reclaim my Jakkiebear!
Jakkiebear: (Shoots Erol)
Erol: Pity for you - I cannot die.
Behave boys! As I was saying, mostly the delay was me being excruciatingly lazy.
Erol: And so without further ado - On with the fiction!
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After a Long Break...
One fine day Jak and Torn were walking side by side as Ghost Erol floated behind them; trying to figure out whose arse he preferred.
Suddenly Erol felt light headed... he had gained a new power! He did an Erol dance and presto! Jak and Torn could only say four things each.
Jak looked at Torn in horror as even his thought process spoke with only four phrases...
'My kilts draughty!' he said, finding his voice endowed with a Scottish accent.
'...I ate it' Replied a bewildered Torn.
'Leave it alone!' Cried Jak in horror clearly terrified that Torn was planning on eating his pants.
'That's huge!' Torn gasped followed by 'Can I use my bazooka?' in a hopeful tone.
'DON'T RUB IT!' replied a horrified Jak, becoming more Scottish by the minute.
'I ate it!' Said Torn a second time.
'Ouch!' Jak exclaimed, feeling to see if his manly appendage was still intact.
'Baa...' Said Torn thoughtfully, eyeing Jak's pants.
'Leave it alone!' Jak yelled at him.
'That's huge! ...Can I use my bazooka?' replied an irritated Torn.
Erol snickered to himself and floated off to buy some new ghostly boxer shorts.
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Daxter glared at Pecker as he downed his forth red eco energy drink. Pecker looked up from his fifth.
Daxter wiggled his eyebrows surreptitiously and flexed his newly over developed triceps.
Pecker flexed his thighs and grinned.
Then it began.
The ottsel dived for the monkaw for what must be the billionth time in this story and almost managed to knock him right over but Pecker held out his arms and caught him.
Pecker lifted Dax over his head and twirled him around effortlessly on the tips of his rock hard feathers.
Just as he was thrown across the room, Daxter grabbed hold of something near and dear to Pecker and he too, was thrown across the room.
They took turns in beating the crap outta one another before passing out in a corner, slumped over each other, exhausted.
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Ok, not a very long chapter I'm just easing back into it. Seeing who I still have reading it and what not...
Erol: So... you guys still with us? Should we continue or just give up?
Jak: Give up sounds good. Let's do that!
Erol: Noooo! I need this story, it's fun...
Jak: Speak for yourself...
