Bijoux: I'm trying out a new way to make this funny, which doesn't involve the cast always looking like idiots...so yeah...knowing my luck I failed miserably...anyway...neh...Idon't own the "Jak and Daxter"series, if I did Ashelin would be rolling down a hill in a trash can, in one of the scenes.
Chapter 3- Hunting Damas' linesTORN
What the hell are those idiots doin…? Can't these people act one scene without resulting in moronic actions? Hah, at least some of us still have our decency…
"DIIIIE JAAAK!!" the rat is screaming it's pitiful head off as he chases Jak around the studio, with a cardboard cut out of a palm tree.
"Back off Daxter!! I have the deadliest weapon in this studio!" Jak screams as he turns to face Daxter, he's holding something behind his back.
"Oh yeah?!" Daxter spits as he lowers the palm tree and glares up at Jak.
"Yeah!" Jak screams back. Spit is flying everywhere in the studio.
"Do you worst…" Daxter hisses.
"FINE!" Jak screams as he pulls Samos out from behind his back. Samos is kicking and screaming as he gets hurdled out of Jak's hands and goes crashing into Daxter. Daxter screams as he flies across the studio and smashes into a wall.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!" Jak cheers as he takes his Vulcan furry gun out of his back and throws it to the ground in a heroic manner. I sigh and roll my eyes, irritably.
The whole studio soon erupts with screams as Jak's gun goes off, shooting everything in its path. The producers really shouldn't have given him a real gun…
All the people with brains charge out the exit of the studio, leaving Samos and Daxter behind.
"You lowlifes!!!!!!" I hear Daxter screaming. I turn my head and catch a glimpse of Samos sitting on Daxter giving him a lecture about the forces of nature and how Jak shouldn't be provoked on bad days.
"Um…what do we do now…?" Erol asks as he approaches me.
"How about we start to dig our graves…?" Seem has now appeared next to Erol.
"Um…I don't think we need to worry about that just yet…" Erol sighs as Kor starts to have some form of heart attack in the background.
Erol was however replied with the sound of a beer bottle opening…how pathetic…
"Um…I really don't think you should drink that when you have to shoot a film soon…" Erol says as he tries to take the bottle away from Seem.
"Look you! I get this enough from the producers so I don't need it from you!" Seem growls as she starts to tug the bottle further towards herself.
"GIVE ME THE DAMN BOTTLE!" Erol screams as he tugs the bottle away from Seem. Seem lets go and starts to sulk at her loss.
"Ooo, I'll make sure that, that goes to a good home…" Kleiver has appeared and is patting his gut as he eyes the beer in Erol's hands.
"Fine…" Erol casually says as he hands the beer to Kleiver. Kleiver strolls away laughing at his wins.
"WHAT?! What so you let him drink but not me?!" Seem screams. I wish her and Erol would start to fight…with guns too…that would be sweet…get rid of both of them without doing anything myself…hahahaha…yeah…
"Look lady, he can't get any worse than he is now!!" Erol screams as he edges near Seem. Seem turns her head to look over at Kleiver, who is apparently flirting with Sig's shoes.
"Look chilly pepper, massive size…I don't know what you think my shoes are, but they sure ain't Britney Spears…" Sig says as he backs away from Kleiver, slightly aiming his gun. Sig comes over to me.
"I hate you sometimes…" Seem declares towards Erol. Erol rolls his eyes as he strolls away, Seem is following him for some strange reason…probably looking for revenge…
"So…Torn…do you…like…stuff…?" Sig asks as he edges closer to me.
Oh god no…he must want to go hunt something…reeaaaargh…
"Look Sig…if this is gonna turn out like yesterday when you asked if you could try and hunt me down while I'm hiding in the city…" I growl as I start to walk towards my trailer.
"Oh come on…it was fun…remember when I tried to shoot you for the first time…?" Sig beams down at me happily.
"Yeah…" I sigh unenthusiastically.
"But then you dodged my assault…?" Sig is smiling happily at me.
"Yeah…" I slightly chuckle at the memory.
"And then I hit that grandma instead…?"
"Yeah…"
"But then it was just Vin wearing a wig…?" Sig and I start to laugh our heads off at the thought of Vin, trying to disguise himself from the date he "agreed" to go on with Onin.
"Oh god that was funny!!" Sig booms as he playfully punches me in the back.
"It sure was man…" I agreed, laughing my head off even more when Vin cowers past with his cat.
"Oh…let's do it again…" Sig cheers as he prepares his gun. I pull out my gun and dagger and insert the daggers handle into the guns neck…the ultimate weapon…
We both go running into the distance laughing like loonies.
(5 killing hours later)
"OH GOD THAT WAS GOOD!!" Sig thunders as he waves his peacemaker about. The end of the peacemaker has about four pairs of underpants dangling off it.
1 of the underpants is labeled Samos, while the other are labeled Vin, Damas and Sig.
"God, I still can't believe I shot myself, on purpose!" Sig laughs so loud that the trailers around us vibrate, or maybe Ashelin has been drinking to much soda again…?
"Hehehehahahahhehehehe, yeah!" I laugh as I high five him, "What should we do now…?" I ask, calming down from the hilarity.
"Well…we could go watch the other guys act out the scenes…" Sig suggests as he points at the studio door. I nod my head and we both advance on the door. I open it and we both go in.
"Just wait a minute here…so you're telling me…I'm supposed to wear that…?" Jak is growling at a producer. I look at what Jak is pointing to. It's some form of rag thing that looks kinda like a skirt.
"Yes Jak…but for the last time, it's not a skirt…it's decoration…" The producer sighs as he waves a clipboard in Jak's face, possibly to show dominance.
"Reeaaaargh…fine then…I'll wear the damn skirt…" Jak moans angrily as he puts the fabric around his waist, "hey…this is pretty cool! I LOVE THIS THING!" Jak screams in joy as he admires the brown fabric around his waist, "And to think, you weren't gonna let me wear it because it looks like a skirt…" Jak slightly chuckles. The producer rolls their eyes, almost in unison that Samos and I do.
"Okay people, action!" the director yells. I turn my head to the scene they're playing. Damas is sitting on his throne thingy located in front of the Arena background.
"Something you're not telling us? Mail man?!" Damas booms from his throne.
"CUT!"
"Damas…for the last time…say the right lines…" A producer sighs in an irritated way as he crosses his arms.
"But my lines sound better…" Damas hisses angrily as he glares at the producer. Heh, this just got interesting…
"Just do it…" The producer growls.
"ACTION!!"
"Something you're not telling us? Animal man?!" Damas rolls his eyes at the lines, which sound pathetic to him.
"He has been touched, by dark eco, my liege…" Pecker says with his appointed actions to follow.
"Our boy here get's all mean and nasty when ya piss him off! So don't piss him off! Word to the wise!" I glare at Daxter. No matter how many scenes he's in I always glare at him, as if he's in the wrong…
"Ah then he has rabies…?" Damas looks dreaming fully at the ceiling. The producers roll their eyes and hope that Damas will read the right lines for the rest of it.
"And that could be dangerous…your bravery has earned you nothing you spectacle pig! Now get out of my house! If you come back for two more Arena fights then I will hunt you down, steal your underpants, and use them for the Spargus flag! But be warned, if you go out in the desert to escape, Kleiver will surely eat you…(Kleiver in background: Hey!) And for your victory, you may kiss the bride!" Damas hisses as he throws Veger towards Jak. I laugh at the sight of Veger wearing a wedding dress over his original clothes.
"CUT!"
"(Sigh) Look Damas, we could've hired so many DECENT people to take your role, but you insisted you stayed! Now do it right or we'll lock you in Krew's trailer for a day!" The director growls, as Jak, Pecker and Daxter all give each other a confused glance towards Damas. It's so funny to watch these people sometimes…
"I'll be good…" Damas squeaks at the mere sight of Krew hovering past licking a slice of pizza, that seems to be filled with every topping imaginable and other foods like ice cream, melted chocolate, a big Mac, a can of Pepsi, a bowl of soup and 3, count em, 3! Tacos!
It's not long before the scene has restarted. Damas is getting desperate to say his own lines but always stops when he sees Krew eating some form of food, which is different whenever Damas glances towards him, every 5 minutes…
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