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Lombax Nip
"JakJakJakJakJakJakJak!" Ratchet smiled as he violently shook the long eared man awake in just a matter of two seconds.
"What?" Jak groaned just before Ratchet bolted out of his bedroom and down the hall where the immediate sound of Lombaxian claws sliding across the tiled floor of the kitchen...along with the sound of Daxter screaming as Ratchet shook him stating his name far too many times than needed as if the Lombax drank fifty energy drinks in three minutes.
"JAK! HELP! THERE'S A CRAZY ORANGE CAT THAT'S TRYIN' TA KILL ME!"
Jak sighed as he knew today was going to be a VERY long day.
Racing
"WOOHOO!" Did anybody ever mention that Lombaxes LOVE the thrill of extreme speed and danger. Well, Ratchet loves extreme speed and danger anyway.
The Lombax smiled as he weaved his zoomer through traffic as if he were a leaf or floating petal that came loose from a wilting flower. The long eared man beside him moved as if he were a old, ancient dragon from Japanese mythology, weaving and going above or below traffic when it was needed. If the street racing could become a true art, that man would dominate the whole world with his skill.
Samos (Yes. You did read that correctly)
"Fascinating."
(Yep. This guy's another Dr. Croid) Ratchet kept his face neutral as the old man lightly tugged on his tail and poked his large ears.
"Are you nocturnal or diurnal?"
"Uh...I'n not nocturnal."
"Diurnal then. Omnivore, Herbivore, or Carnivore?"
"Omnivore."
"Hmm...Any herbs that have side affects on just your species?"
"Lombax Nip. Its basically like Cat Nip for your feline pets."
"Any allergies?"
"Ummm...Not that I know of." Ratchet yawned just before Samos looked into his mouth. Daxter started giggling as Samos held the Lombax's rather large tongue down with his staff to keep his mouth open as if he knew what the inside of a Lombax's mouth looks like, or to at least see what a Lombax's mouth looks like.
"Are all your adult teeth in yet?"
"Idonrallyknaw." Ratchet licked his nose as the old man stopped examining his mouth as looked into his ears.
(Yeah. This guy is definately another Croid.)
Torn
"You're an-" Ratchet clamped his mouth shut as a famous curved blade lightly poked the center of his throat.
"Awesome guy?" Torn continued to frown as he put the knife back in the scabbard on his back.
(Man. I wonder if one would get a diamond if somebody shoved a lump of coal up his-)
Hey! Another chapter! See you guys next time!
~Jak Cooper the Lombax