--ACT ONE--

--SCENE TWO--

The time…is two years later from the scene before. Jak, still in the hands of the Baron, has spent two years in his…jail…but it's really more like a torture chamber. He had fowl experiments conducted on him these past years; the Baron has been injecting him with the murderous DARK ECO!! BUM BUM BUM!!!! But he's an adult now, and that's good…or is it? We now open the curtain to see Jak in his cell, which is constantly guarded by a lone Krimzon Guard, the elite soldiers of the new land he has stumbled upon.

Jak: ….

(He paces around the small jail cell.)

Jak: It's has been two years since that fateful day in Sandover Village. Damn that Keira! If it weren't for her and her singing from Hell, I wouldn't be in here!

(Jak sighs, growing angry just thinking about it.)

Jak: And where is Daxter anyway? Stupid lying rat. He said he would be here ages ago!

(He growls, getting madder and madder.)

Jak: It's not fair that I should be the one in prison, after I just saved everyone's butts from Maia and Gol in the last adventure. They…didn't do…anything! Just sat on their…lazy… W-w-what's wrong with me?! Why am I so angry…? I would have never said that stuff normally!

(He grunts.)

Jak: Why does my head hurt so much?

(Jak, now clutching his cranium, slowly makes it over to the mirror facing the back wall of the cell. He glances into it. Then pauses. Then screams.)

Jak: AAAARRRRRRRGH!!!!!

(The Krimzon Guard sitting in front of Jak's cell immediately gets up, wielding a large, three-pronged gun known as a shock rod rifle.)

Krimzon Guard: That's it buddy, I'm tired of you always talking to yourself like you are some kind of schizophr—HOLY SHI…

(Jak looks at the Krimzon Guard with a sad look on his face. But something is different about our depressed hero! His skin has turned into a grayish, metallic white. His normally blue oculars are now black and colorless. Long, ebony claws jut out from his fingers. His yellowish hair is now silvery. The headache can now be explained by the twin black horns protruding into the air from the top of his head.)

Jak:

Still don't know what I was looking for,

And my time was running wild.

A million dead-end streets and

Every time I got it made,

It seemed the taste was not so sweet.

So I turned myself to face me,

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker.

I'm much too fast to take that test!

Krimzon Guard: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!

Jak: Turn and face the strain!

Krimzon Guard: Ch-ch-changes!

Jak: Don't want to be a richer man…

Krimzon Guard: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!

Jak: Turn and face the strain!

Krimzon Guard: Ch-ch-changes!

Jak:

Just gonna have to be a different man.

Time may change me,

But I can't trace time!

Krimzon Guard:

I watch the ripples change their size,
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence.
So the days float through my eyes,
But still the days seem the same!
And these children that you spit on,
As they try to change their worlds,
Are immune to your consultations.
They're quite aware of what they're going through!

Jak and the Krimzon Guard:

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Turn and face the strain!
Ch-ch-changes!
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it!
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Turn and face the strain!
Ch-ch-changes!

Krimzon Guard: Where's your shame?

Jak:

You've left us up to our necks in it!

Time may change me…

Krimzon Guard: But you can't trace time!

(From behind the stage curtains, the stage crew tosses Jak and the Krimzon Guard some umbrellas. They take these and start doing a little puddle dance with them in the prison!)

Jak and the Krimzon Guard:

Strange fascination fascinating me!

Ah, the changes are taking the pace I'm going through!

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Turn and face the strain!
Ch-ch-changes!
Ooh, look out, you rock and rollers!
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Turn and face the strain!
Ch-ch-changes!

Krimzon Guard: Pretty soon now, you're gonna get a little madder!

Jak:

Time may change me,

But I can't trace time!

I said that time may change me…

(A drum solo occurs.)

Jak: But I can't trace time…

(The song is over. Jak sighs, seeing that his appearance has gone back to normal, and paces in his cell once more. The Krimzon Guard goes back to um…well…guarding.)

Jak: Well, maybe if I can't change time or myself, perhaps I can change my destiny. I don't want to die living in this forsaken cell!

Krimzon Guard: Don't count on it, buddy. This cell is reinforced with the highest quality titanium. Security patrols all areas of this fortress, assisted by intelligence in the forms of machines and robots. Cameras of the smallest shape and form watch the place every second, minute, hour, day, month, and year. You're not going anywhere.

Jak: Aw, blow it out your rear!

(Suddenly, the door to the jail hall opens. The wind-blown guy from before is there, only now he is identified as Erol, and he is the Baron's second-in-command and is the leader of the entire Krimzon Guard. He strides over to Jak and smiles at him cruelly.)

Erol: Why, isn't it the Dark Eco freak? Enjoying your time in prison?

(He laughs at his really bad joke.)

Jak: Oh, you're a mouthful, Erol. But remember, you can't spell "slaughter" without spelling "laughter."

(Jak curls a fist in Erol's general direction, nodding his head and smiling a fake friendly smile. His eyes show the lethal truth of his saying.)

Erol: My, my, aren't we the angry one? Ready for yet another excruciating day of torture?

(Jak gets an idea in his head. This might be the very chance he could use to escape. His smile broadens…)

Exeunt.