Sorry about taking so long to update, but writing four fics at once is really hard! I don't recommend it.Dean, I'm not quite sure about what you mean... AndI know some of you have been enjoying this, but it's time for the final chapter.
Everyone besides Sig: Yay!
Sig: What's everyone cheering about?
Jak: You were sleeping through torture.
Cir: But number 2 will be up soon.
Jak: Dammit!
Cir: Own nothing except OCs.
BAR WARS: THE FAT MENACE
Chapter Nine: Forgetting Something...
Sig finally woke up. "What's everyone celebrating about?" he asked.
"Krew's dead!" Praxis cheered, before turning around to have Krew hit him in the face with an oar.
Daxter jumped to Krew. "Hey Krew, I'll give you this check for twice my tab if you sell the bar back to me," he said, holding out a check.
"Sold!" Krew said, taking it.
"Ha! It's a fake check!"
"I know, I'm not stupid," Krew said. "I just don't want to have to repair this place."
Daxter looked around and saw that the roof, the front wall and quite a few doors were missing. Also, there was a flaming heap of wreckage from Daxter's zoomer sitting in the corner. Parts of the rafters were on fire and still falling. "I really hate you," he said to the guy so fat I'm surprised he's still alive.
Jak was wondering something. "I feel like we're forgeting something..." he said to Daxter.
"Probably nothing important," the ottsel replied.
A zoomer ran right through the bar into Daxter and into a wall where it exploded. Daxter landed on Jak's arm and the drunken moncaw landed beside Sig's peacemaker. "Hurt that did," the drunk Pecker said.
"Told you," Jak said.
"Shut up," Daxter said before passing out.
Pecker began staggering to the door, but Jak walked in his way. "You're not leaving."
Pecker took out a machine gun and began shooting at Jak. Only one hit him but it bounced off his rib and into the chair Veger was sitting on, causing him to fall. The rest completely missed and trashed the bar even more. He hit a few lights causing a fire, which spread to the beer storage and exploded. Veger used his chair for a shield, Krew used his oar and Praxis jumped behind the counter.
By the time Pecker was out of ammo, Jak was snicking at the flaming heap of nothing that sed to be the Naughty Ottsel.
Daxter walked out of the bathroom. Then saw the bar. He started gasping non-stop (not hiperventalating, just gasping without breath) while he twitched inmultiple spots and fell over clutching his heart with hoarse gasps for air and flailing. All the people who were okay walked up to the heart-attack-shocked-flailing-gasping- twitching-in-a-lot-of-pain ottsel.
"This place is ruined," Erol said. "Let's go to MacDonalds."
They all agreed and walked out the doorfram.
The first part of Bar Wars has finished. (Star Wars music plays) Stop that! I'm not finished yet!
Jak: Sorry. (Turns off CD player)
Cir: As I was saying before I was RUDELY INTERUPTED, (Jak whistles innocently) there is still more. This is the list of the next stories in the series:
Bar Wars II: Attack of the Phones
Bar Wars III: Revenge of the Pizzaman
Bar Wars IV: A Blue Dope
Bar Wars V: The Booze Strikes Back
Bar Wars VI: Return of the Drunk
It took some time (and some help from Fee), but I finally have all the titles. Attack of the Phones shoud come out sometime within the next week or two. If it doesn't, then surprise me.
Jak: But for now the torture's over! And while Daxter and I plan ways to stop him from writing, review!
Cir: NOW!
Jak: (plays Star Wars music)
Cir: Okay, that's enough.
Jak: (Ignores him)
Cir: Stop!
Jak: (continues to ignore)
Cir: Don't make me take out the Super Nova...
Jak: (stops the music)