[Dark Daxter snuffs angrily, shaking his head and lowering himself to all fours like a gorilla. He examines Dark, holding very still, seeming to contemplate what exactly he wants to do with him.]
[Dark doesn't move, not at all intimidated by one of his creations. And Daxter is a fine specimen, warped and completely transformed into a behemoth of a creature, far greater than his old form.]
[Dark Daxter snuffs again, shaking his head before turning away from Dark and lumbering a few steps toward the minigolf course. He could destroy that...there's nothing living nearby to kill. He snarls in frustration.]
[Well, demolishing a minigolf course is boring and not much fun. He wants to play with living things; y'know, stuff that can react. So he's going to make for the stairs next.]
[Daxter snarls; he wasn't going to attack this thing -something deep in his instincts told him not to- but if it was going to stand in his way, he'd crush it like everything else. He slams a fists against the deck in warning before charging for Dark.]
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Yes, YES!
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Ah ah ah!
[He flexes his claws.]
First, it's my turn.
[He wants to see what one of his can do.]
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