Note: this is being typed at 5:30 in the morning, very slowly to avoid any unnecessary racket that'll wake my parents up. They already think I spend too much time on the computer as it is. I had the weirdest dream. It had Jak and Torn in it. Hmm. Anyway this chapter is mostly Jak and Torn sightseeing with Jak trying to teach Torn different words on the fly.

I don't own it. I don't. Not Jak and Daxter. No. That's Naughty Dog's. My own twisted brain? Yes. I own that. It's mine.

On with the show! (I just realized that's the cue to start the chapter. Wow. I'm slow.)

Chapter 23 (Wow. I'm on fire! Feelin' hot hot hot!)

"How about this place? Looks nice." Torn said.

"um... that says 'Adult Video'." Jak said, trying not to laugh.

"Oh." was Torn's only response before continuing to walk. Jak laughed and grabbed Torn's arm affectionately. Torn mumbled something about putting pictures on signs.

"Now this is a restaurant." Jak said, pointing towards a sign reading "Eats! All are welcome!" and in smaller symbols below, "We mean all!" Jak grabbed Torn's hand and dragged him off towards the food. "Whoa, Jak! Calm down, the joint isn't goin' anywhere!" Torn said shakily, being dragged fiercely along by his left hand. "Jak, you're tearing my arm out of it's socket! Chill out!"

Jak finally let go as they approached the restaurant. Torn massaged his shoulder. "Owww!" He complained.

"Sorry." Torn glared icily at Jak.

"Thanks. Now I'm going to be sore for a week. You don't know your own strength, do you?"

"Oh, come on. However bad your arm feels, you can't deny your ass is ten times worse." Jak grinned, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. "Ow!"

"Chatty little bastard." Torn sneered.

"Come on, don't deny it. I drilled you good."

"Your grammar is deplorable." Torn mumbled in response. Jak grinned in his triumph and walked through the door.

They were seated and given menus. Torn's eyes lit up. "Yes! Picture menu!" He looked at the ceiling and mouthed, "Thank you." Jak laughed. "And you thought I picked this place randomly..." He whispered inaudibly.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Jak answered quickly.

"I thought you said something, is all."

"Nope. Not me." Jak lied through his teeth. Torn rolled his eyes as the waitress came over. She was much older and much more serious than the ditz in the hotel cafe. "What can I get'cha for?" She asked in a gravelly, smoker's voice.

"Ooh, this melty sandwich looks good." Torn replied, pointing to the picture. The lady scribbled the order down on her notepad. "And you?" She asked Jak. "I kind of like the egg sandwich thing." She nodded, scribbled it down, and walked away, barking out the order to the head chef. "Jak, while we're waiting, could you help me out with exactly what I just ordered?" Torn asked quietly.

"Sure. Come here." Torn scuttled around to the other side of the booth. "Here, see? When the symbol for C and the symbol for H touch, it means..."

The waitress came by with their orders a little while later. Torn slipped back into his own seat. "Enjoy, boys." She said and walked away to go take someone else's order. "At least this lady isn't flirting with us." Jak mumbled.

"Oh, will you please let that go? That bimbo is probably fired by now."

"Or she quit." Jak said cheerfully. Torn laughed. He took a bite of his sandwich. "Not bad." He said, opening it up and revealing the gooey cheese inside. He dumped a lot of pepper on it.

"Jeez, Torn. Like pepper much?"

"Maybe." Torn took one last shake of the pepper and re-closed his sandwich. He took another bite. "Oh, that's better." He said.

"So when do we go back to Haven City? It's so nice here I lost track of how long we've been here already." Jak said.

"Hmm, you know what? I have no idea. I lost track too."

"Great minds think alike?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Torn said.

"Oh, real nice Torn. I can feel the love." Jak replied sarcastically. He began to eat his sandwich.

When they were done, they split the bill evenly (After Jak made note of which bills were which for Torn). The waitress smiled at them on the way out. "You boys have a nice day!"

"You too, ma'am!" Jak called back. "Now let's go back to the hotel and check out that tennis court."

"You can't play tennis... can you?"

"I don't know, but it can't hurt to try!"

"You just want to check out the hot guys who play tennis, don't you?" Torn said laughing.

"I'm seventeen. What do you think?"

"Alright, let's go, but if you start flirting with anyone, you're getting the end of my boot up your ass."

"Kinky... ow!" Jak had earned himself another slap in the head.

End of Chapter...wow. I actually had to go back and check... 23!

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