A/N: Hey, look! A poem with another chapter! Hm… My very first non-one shot is a poem thingy? Ok, then. Well, this one's a little longer than the first chapter and written a little differently, which a lot of people seem to enjoy. And thank you to EJ Amber for giving me the idea!

Warning: Almost violence.

Bride of Wrath!

In came the bride with great distress, to find a most unwelcome guest.

Upon the bed did she spy, an Ottsel with an injured eye! But was that why she was upset? Oh, no! Oh, Haven, she did fret with passion t'wards the fuzzy lump, the very creature she had dumped!

"What are you doing here? Get out!" The blonde proceeded to then shout at the pathetic ball of fur, who sat beaten before her.

"But Tessy-kins," the battered begged, kneeling upon shattered legs, "Don't you want me anymore?"

"Of course not, you are such a bore!"

"What?" The Ottsel did exclaim, trying so to hide his pain. His Tessy-kins! His only one! "Why, oh, why, my Honey-bun?"

"Don't call me that, you little rat!" His not-so-dearest cruelly spat. "You want to know? Well, fine," she stated, seeming now quite irritated.

Tess then proceeded to recite the reasons why she felt such spite towards her former 'other half', managing a bemused laugh.

"You talk and talk, you never stop! And did the idea ever pop into your mind that I may want to have a man that's fit to flaunt? And here you are, a spying sneak, hoping you could snag a peek at these girls as they get dressed? A scoundrel and a flirting pest! I had no security with such a lack of purity! Did you think that I could ever trust a guy that ogles every bust?"

"Please Tess, please," the desperate pleaded, unwilling to stand down defeated. "You can't pick him! He's my best friend!"

"And I chose better in the end!"

With that the bride had turned away, from empty room and ex in pain.

The Ottsel stared wide eyed at her, afraid she'd disappear. A thousand thoughts of her with him had stirred up quite a fear. So he acted, quite ad-hoc, even to his own surprise. He whistled at her booty, and was met with angry eyes.

"Uh, oh…"

She was truly mad, ire in her step. Soon the method he had used, the Ottsel would regret.

"Uh… I'm sorry," the fuzz ball did squeak, but Tess was not deterred.

A mighty hand was prepped to meet a small face, thickly furred!

To be continued…

Draegoness: Okay, some people will be kinda upset by this, but don't worry! There will be another chapter/poem to resolve this whole thing. And Tess didn't actually hit Daxter, she was preparing to. Ooh, cliffy! (Can a poem have a cliffy?)

Questions will be answered, like… Where did all the girls go? How can Daxter bare to kneel on shattered knees? Why is Tess with Jak? Will Tess actually hit him? And yes, even why the format has changed! (Maybe I'm building this up just a little too much…)

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