This is a critic to Well...ehm...eh's comment in last chapter
Quote:
Well: say, are we never out in the streets?
See for yourself.
CHAPTER 8
OUT IN THE STREET
(Out in the street)
Daxter: now we're out in the streets
Jak: great, where are we going now?
Well: how about Spain?
Jak: nah, that's to hot. Let's go to Mistfjord!
Daxter: ain't that in Norway?
Jak: yeah
Well: no no! We're going to Rock Village!
Jak: Rock Village is on fire
Daxter: how about the red sage's hut?
Jak: the red sage's hut looks worse than the blue's!
Well: how about Gol and Mayas citadel?
Jak: they'll be perfectly safe there
Daxter: well we can't stay out here; this place gives me the creeps! And trust me; it's a whole new feeling when you're covered in fuzz!
Jak: and?
Daxter: what are we doing here anyway Jak? (Trips in stupid precursor junk)
Ah. Stupid precursor junk
Jak: (laughs)
Daxter: the sage yaps on about the precursors who build this place all the time
Well: the precursors didn't build this place
Daxter: (keeps talking as if Well…Ehm…Eh never interrupted) (copies Samos' voice) where did they go? Why did they build this crap? (Throws the stupid precursor junk at Jak)
Stupid precursor junk: (starts glowing)
Jak: hm, I'm having another déjà vu-feeling
Daxter: well I like precursor orbs and power cells as much as any other jerk, but if you ask me, they must have been real loosers (looks at Jak whit the glowing stupid precursor junk) wow! How did you do that?
Jak: I pressed the on-button moron. Now are we going to stand here repeating lines from Precursor Legacy all day or are we going back to Hip Hog, later known as the naughty ottsel and see what Erol's doing?
Daxter: what's Erol got to do with the glowing junk?
Jak: not a clue. But maybe Krew, the world's fattest handsome guy has got some new weapons for us
Are you happy now?