Miss. EcofreakDo you know what's great about writing parodys? I don't have to worry about writers block because it's practically the same as I played on my ps2 only with way more jokes. That also means I can udate it much more often than my other story and it's much more fun to write:) It shortens time untill christmas and possible Jak3 as well:) In this chapter you will get to see Ashelins favorite spot... at a t-shirt stand of course, she's the one giving out t-shirts to anyone.
WARNING: this chapter contains a bad word, okay, maybe more, but it also contains what mr Mackey from South Park calls "The worst word that you can say". remember to not say this perticular word in front of your parents... the smartest would probably be to not say it at all;)
Zakura: what word? you mean fuck?
Miss Ecofreak: so while I'm washing this rabbit's mouth enjoy chapter 19 of Dork 2, Recless driving (where the title means nothing at all:p)
Zakura: noo! not the soap! blub!
CHAPTER 19
JAK AND THE METALHE… KOR ASKS QUESTIONS
(Ashelin's t-shirt-stand)
Jak: hi Ashelin
Ashelin: well if it isn't Well… ehm…eh, Jak and Daxter?
Jak: looks like it. What are you doing?
Ashelin: I'm just standing around giving away t-shirts hoping I won't be attacked by a metalhead.
Vin's ecotanker: (crashes)
Ashelin: eyh
The metalheads, Irene and June: (jumps out and attacks)
Daxter: double-eyh! A metalhead sneak attack!
Ashelin: then we'd better kill them (kills Irene)
Jak: (kills June)
Well: (kills a mosquito)
Ashelin: (to Well) thanks, I'm allergic to mosquitoes. (Gives Well a large kiss) the metalheads are getting bolder every day, I hope they won't get into the city
Daxter: they just did that you crazy bitch! (Gets shot) ouch!
Ashelin: don't call me bitch you beach creature. I really hope the metalheads have a spy inside the city that can destroy our eco-shield
Kor: no. If they do we are pretty screwed.
Jak: eyh!
Kor: is that your favourite word or something?
Jak: what are you doing here?
Kor: I asked you first
Jak: fine. Eyh is not my favourite word; it's my favourite number fifteen. I can't say my real favourite word when the kid's here.
Daxter: (bad language alert) his favourite word is fuck
Jak: (bad language alert) fuck you Daxter!
The kid: (thinking) that was a nice word. I want to use that when I learn how to talk
Kor: (bad language alert) how did fuck become your favourite word?
Jak: hey! My turn to get an answer you notmetalheadleader
Kor: fine. I came to get this t-shirt (shows a t-shirt saying "I love metalheads")
June: like your shirt boss (dies for real)
Jak: (bad language alert) ok. I don't remember how fuck became my favourite word but… hey! Haven't I been trough this before?
Daxter: don't start that again
Krew, the world's fattest P in communicator: Jak! I need help!
Jak: what's up Fatty?
Krew, the world's fattest caller: I'm not Fatty. I'm Krew. But as we're talking about Praxis… Fatty. He just placed alot of listening devices in the port! My keiralike client… yes Erol, she's pretty… my keiralike clien… shout up Erol! ... She says you're pretty good on jetboard. Maybe you can use it to destroy the thingies… DAMN IT EROL! GET YOUR OWN DAMN BEER!
(The port)
Jak: (destroys the thingies)
Krew, the world's fattest criminal: (waits outside the bar) great work Jak!
Erol: HICK! Hello? Aren't anyone supposed to serve me beer? HICK!
Krew, the world's fattest civilian: CIVILIAN GUY! ARE YOU SLEEPING ON THE JOB AGAIN?
Civilian Guy: zzzzzzzzzzz. Eh. What? No, I'm just… resting my eyes.
Krew, the world's fattest idiot: oh… I thought you were sleeping. Sorry, my mistake.