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America, Inc. I can't think of anything to say except that copyrights are bad, they stifle the collective creative capacity of humanity.

Dear reader

If you are reading this than you know that I'm still here. I apologies for the tardiness in which I have posted this chapter. As always life got in the road. I'm unaware of the next date I may be able to post a chapter, as my life is in a state of flux and chaos. I hope it will surfies in till such time.

Yours truly

Rex Chaos

Ratchet was awakened again. This time by his neck telling his brain that it was in a rather uncomfortable position, as was the rest of his body. As Ratchet sat in the darkness he began to realize why his neck hurt so much, it was that most of the weight of his body was on top of his neck. With this realise he than thought about how it was that he came to be like this. This train of thought lead him to the memory of last night's lombax love making session, of which his last fuzzy memory was being dragged over to the closet and being crudely tossed in.

"oh!" thought Ratchet, then

"Ow!" as in the pain in his neck, which was quickly followed by

"Ew!" as Ratchet could now smell his own feet as they were so close to his face because of his current position in life. He now knew why everybody complained so much when he took off his boots

"I should really change my socks more often," Thought Ratchet, "And maybe wash them too."

Ratchet could be forgiven this laps in personal hygiene because back when he was a mechanic before he started wearing armour he use to go barefoot everywhere. So boots and socks could easily be forgotten.

As Ratchet wiggled himself into an upright position the pain from neck subsided and was replaced by pain from his jaw.

"Why dose my jaw hurt?" thought Ratchet. He remembered Sasha. It was a round house blow (haymaker (what ever you call a wild glancing punch)) from Sasha followed by the comment (also from Sasha)

"Too hard!" then another blow on the other side of his jaw followed by the comment

"Too soft!" Ratchet thought the whole courtship and mating thing could be a bit ruff but it was so much fun, even better than blowin' shit up. He wondered if Sasha was up for another bout (round). As he was still wearing nothing but his boots he cracked the door open a little to see if there was anyone outside the closet. Sasha enter the room taking hotly with a hologram of her father.

"I guess I'll wait here then." Thought Ratchet having no desirer to be seen coming naked, out of the closet of the daughter, of the man ( or lombax (or cazar (err.. the author is confused, You?))) who has control of many many thermonuclear weapons and an A-class Plasmaoid laser satellite "defence" (ha defence) array. (Come to think of it would you.)

Seeing as he had a bit of a wait in the closet he began to plat min-plats in his tail tuff. He had been thinking about doing this for a wile now but never had the time.

Meanwhile outside.

"So were just going to attack this town because it there!" Said Sasha in disbelief.

"No, no, no … its more a pre- emptive strike." said the GP (Galactic President)

"You mean we don't know what this town is so we'll blow it up!" said Sasha.

"Yes." Said GP.

"You can't be serious." said Sasha.

"I mean No…" Back peddling the GP said, "Err… Captain Qwark's ideas and strategy usually work very well."

"Sasha is very moody today." thought the GP. Tactlessly he couldn't figure out why.

Sasha blurted out "They work really well when Ratchet is there to fixes them and save all our asses."

"oh shit I said to much" thought Sasha

"oh shit she said to much" thought Ratchet, as he drop the plat "Please don't bring me into this, I'm in enough trouble as it is." he looked around at the darkness that was the closet.

"oh shit he's thinking again" thought the hot young lombax thing that was the GP sectary, she could tell by the smell of burning rubber, she got her pen out to write down whatever he was thinking.

"Ratchet… Ratchet… Oh Ratchet, good with his hands and with my little .."

" Yes That Ratchet, make sure his is the advanced scout." Said GP in a tone that was utter and final.

"I'll talk to you after the mission." and shut off the transmission.

"oh shit" said Sasha as she slummed back in her chair.

"oh shit" said Ratchet, "another day, another death course."

"oh shit" said Nyssa as she raced back along the string of energy, she focused all of her being on returning to the source of the string. "I hope I'm not to late" were her thoughts "hurry.." moaned the voice

She focused harder, harder than was ever thought possible. Existent blurred, warped and distorted.

I laughed at it, but I'm me I laugh at a lot of thing most people don't. so pleas tell me if you laughed it would mean a lot to me. It is now 1.19 am I'm very lethargic but it's been fun good-night.