Prepare to surrender all'a your teeth to me! *points to last entry*
This may be the most sugary thing I've written in years. I mean without being sickening. Though the jury might still be out on that one XD Well, I even it out with a serious chat. And a somber final scene. Anyway, equip your toothbrushes +2 and get to reading.
... and I wish I could stop thinking about how I want to write about Razer telling Jak and Daxter about "that time when I called Commander Erol a prostitute to his face."
Daxter: "How... are you still alive?"
Razer: *blows smoke* "He started it."
FOCUS, SELF! We'll have plenty of Erol soon enough... mmyes...