Fourth Wall Day

[sandpaperbreath]

...Mar almighty, what now?

Comments

[precursor_dax]

Hey, Tattoed Wonder! I figured you'd be off coming up with missions to pawn off on us.

[sandpaperbreath]

Y'keep stickin' that lip out, rat, y'may lose it.

[precursor_dax]

What? You're always buried in mission crap.

[sandpaperbreath]

What, yer askin' for missions now? Y'jump at yer own scrawny shadow.

[precursor_dax]

No I don't! I took on stuff a lot scary than some of the crap you give us just trying to bust Jak outta prison.

[sandpaperbreath]

Color me surprised, Metal bait. But still skeptical.

[precursor_dax]

What's so surprising? I stick my neck out regurlarly. And everything's bigger than me too.

[sandpaperbreath]

Y'only stick it out to bitch, you mean.

[precursor_dax]

No, I mean to get the Precursor Stone from the Piercer Bomb, take apart planes while in midair, and get Jak to new places.

[sandpaperbreath]

Heh.

Heheh.

[Aaaand he degrades into ugly chuckles. That's the whole of his reply because he's really hoping it will get you to stop talking.]

[precursor_dax]

[Not really no. It does make him go all indignant and complaining about how he does more his share of dangerous stuff and gets nothing out of it, ever.]