Me: V. V. V. sorry it took me so long to update. Got in BIIIIIG trouble at
school . . . NEO LIVES!
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::::::: Ending :::::::
The giant metal head explodes as it's about to crawl into the time rift. The head goes up, up, up . . . and down . . . landing right on little Jak.
Little Jak: (I highly doubt he's capable of saying anything)
Jak: O__O
Props dude: . . . oops
::::::: Ending ::::::
Jak and the gang are at Daxter's Bar, The Naughty Ottsel.
Daxter (to Onin): Hey! That's enough for you lady! I'm cuttin' you off!
Onin: (rips off mask. It's . . . YODA?! HEY! I didn't write this! DOMINIQUE!)
Director: CUT!
Sam the camera dude: No way! This'll be great for the DVD.
Yoda: Wanted to come to the party I did.
Daxter: AAAAAAAHHH!!! A HOBBIT!
Yoda: Knew my father I never did. All eleven of us in a two-room apartment we were. Write a book I should. MY SHELTERED CHILDHOOD it shall be known as.
Obi wan (OBI WAN?!): THERE you are! It's been absolute chaos at the Jedi academy without you! SOMEBODY rented children of the corn and it gave them . . . ideas.
Anaken walks in.
Anaken: HEEEEEEEELLLLP!!!! (has little symbols and a Pentagram drawn all over his chest.)
Freaky little Jedi kid #4: (pointing to Jak) Look. It's he who walks behind the rows.
Freaky little Jedi kid #9: Let's steal his clothes and auction them on the internet.
Jak: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAM! CUT!
Camera: (goes fuzzy after Freaky little Jedi kid #13 punches it.)
That has got to be the most random thing I have ever written.
::::::: Jak/Vin :::::::
Jak is in Vin's lab with Kor and little Jak. Jak is petting the crocadog on its head.
Kor: Amazing. That mongrel has never accepted anyone but the boy before.
Jak: I guess I just- SON OF A BITCH!! (South Park-like)
The crocadog has its jaws clamped around Jak's left hand.
Daxter: eeeeeewww . . . You'd better get that looked at Jak.
Vin: AAH! BLOOD! (faints)
Daxter: uhh . . . Jak?
Jak: I'm fine Dax. (hand is starting to turn many shades of yellow and green) on second thought . . .
Director: CUT! MAKEUP!
Jak: You FILMED that?! AND THE LITTLE YODA INCIDENT?!
Director: Well it's not like anyone's gonna see it. And who doesn't love Yoda?
Jak: I bet you INVITED MJ over here! DIDN'T YOU?! WHO'S NEXT?! ARNOLD SHWARZENEGGAR?!
Arnold: Vote for me! Or you shall be terminated. Asta La Vista baby.
Jak: That's it! I quit! Freaks will not upstage me!
Director: Fine. Get Brad Pitt over here.
Brad Pitt: Howdy!
Jak: (shoots Brad Pitt)
Brad: (dieing) Forgive . . . me . . . Leo . . . (dies)
Ashelin: O__O I'm uh . . . gonna go over there now.
Director: (to Sam): did we get that?
Sam: (nods)
Director: Documentary here we come.
::::::: Baron Praxis/Jak/Erol :::::::
Jak is strapped to a chair with a big machine-thingy descending down. Jak struggles.
Jak: (is biting his lower lip trying to hide a smile and failing miserably) AHAHAHAHAHA!!! CAN'T BREATH!! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Praxis: STOP LAUGHING!
Jak: I CAN'T! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT T-TICKLES! HAHAHAHA! Cut! CUT!
Erol: (rolls his eyes) If you guys have nothing better to do, I'm gonna go like get a manicure. Patrice! PATRICE!
Yes. Erol is gay.
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Me: EEK! Short chappie! Please don't flame. Funny? Not Funny? Hopelessly random? I accept anonymous reviews!
Dark me: umm . . . mwa ha . . . ha
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::::::: Ending :::::::
The giant metal head explodes as it's about to crawl into the time rift. The head goes up, up, up . . . and down . . . landing right on little Jak.
Little Jak: (I highly doubt he's capable of saying anything)
Jak: O__O
Props dude: . . . oops
::::::: Ending ::::::
Jak and the gang are at Daxter's Bar, The Naughty Ottsel.
Daxter (to Onin): Hey! That's enough for you lady! I'm cuttin' you off!
Onin: (rips off mask. It's . . . YODA?! HEY! I didn't write this! DOMINIQUE!)
Director: CUT!
Sam the camera dude: No way! This'll be great for the DVD.
Yoda: Wanted to come to the party I did.
Daxter: AAAAAAAHHH!!! A HOBBIT!
Yoda: Knew my father I never did. All eleven of us in a two-room apartment we were. Write a book I should. MY SHELTERED CHILDHOOD it shall be known as.
Obi wan (OBI WAN?!): THERE you are! It's been absolute chaos at the Jedi academy without you! SOMEBODY rented children of the corn and it gave them . . . ideas.
Anaken walks in.
Anaken: HEEEEEEEELLLLP!!!! (has little symbols and a Pentagram drawn all over his chest.)
Freaky little Jedi kid #4: (pointing to Jak) Look. It's he who walks behind the rows.
Freaky little Jedi kid #9: Let's steal his clothes and auction them on the internet.
Jak: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAM! CUT!
Camera: (goes fuzzy after Freaky little Jedi kid #13 punches it.)
That has got to be the most random thing I have ever written.
::::::: Jak/Vin :::::::
Jak is in Vin's lab with Kor and little Jak. Jak is petting the crocadog on its head.
Kor: Amazing. That mongrel has never accepted anyone but the boy before.
Jak: I guess I just- SON OF A BITCH!! (South Park-like)
The crocadog has its jaws clamped around Jak's left hand.
Daxter: eeeeeewww . . . You'd better get that looked at Jak.
Vin: AAH! BLOOD! (faints)
Daxter: uhh . . . Jak?
Jak: I'm fine Dax. (hand is starting to turn many shades of yellow and green) on second thought . . .
Director: CUT! MAKEUP!
Jak: You FILMED that?! AND THE LITTLE YODA INCIDENT?!
Director: Well it's not like anyone's gonna see it. And who doesn't love Yoda?
Jak: I bet you INVITED MJ over here! DIDN'T YOU?! WHO'S NEXT?! ARNOLD SHWARZENEGGAR?!
Arnold: Vote for me! Or you shall be terminated. Asta La Vista baby.
Jak: That's it! I quit! Freaks will not upstage me!
Director: Fine. Get Brad Pitt over here.
Brad Pitt: Howdy!
Jak: (shoots Brad Pitt)
Brad: (dieing) Forgive . . . me . . . Leo . . . (dies)
Ashelin: O__O I'm uh . . . gonna go over there now.
Director: (to Sam): did we get that?
Sam: (nods)
Director: Documentary here we come.
::::::: Baron Praxis/Jak/Erol :::::::
Jak is strapped to a chair with a big machine-thingy descending down. Jak struggles.
Jak: (is biting his lower lip trying to hide a smile and failing miserably) AHAHAHAHAHA!!! CAN'T BREATH!! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Praxis: STOP LAUGHING!
Jak: I CAN'T! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT T-TICKLES! HAHAHAHA! Cut! CUT!
Erol: (rolls his eyes) If you guys have nothing better to do, I'm gonna go like get a manicure. Patrice! PATRICE!
Yes. Erol is gay.
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Me: EEK! Short chappie! Please don't flame. Funny? Not Funny? Hopelessly random? I accept anonymous reviews!
Dark me: umm . . . mwa ha . . . ha