Jak 3

Daxter:
You want a perch?

[gives an insulting hand gesture to Pecker]

Daxter:
Twirl on it!

Pecker:
Ok, now you've *really* pissed me off!

Pecker:
Greetings, brave fighters! The one, the only, the greatest highness of all highnesses, the magnificent, eminently...

Damas:
Enough. Just get on with it.

Pecker:
Sorry, I got a bit carried away. Did I mention how fabulous your hair looks?

Damas:
Pecker!

Oracle:
You will need all the power you can muster to survive this terrible test, great one.

Daxter:
I can handle it.

Oracle:
I was talking to the tall one... shorty!

Cyber-Erol:
I've found some new friends to help me conquer this puny little planet.

Jak:
You're talking to the Dark Makers?

Cyber-Erol:
It seems my digital self can communicate with these poor tortured minds quite well. Oh, they're just like you and me, Jak. Well... me at least. They want a home, someone to call a friend, destruction of all Light Eco! They've volunteered to help me put this puny planet out of its misery. Ha ha ha ha ha haa...

Jak:
You're in for a big surprise. The Dark Makers don't play nicely with others. Just ask the Metal Heads.

Cyber-Erol:
I've been given the chance to wield a power even the Precursors could not control. Don't fret. You won't live to see what I turn this little world into. Maybe a rock, or a floating puddle of slag, or nothing at all. Complete oblivion! So hard to choose.

Samos The Sage:
Nice moves, my boy. You're the best man we've got to lead an expedition into the catacombs.

Count Veger:
Please, please... let us not be too hasty. Are you sure you want this dark eco freak contaminating the hallowed halls of our glorious Precursors? I should lead the expedition myself.

Ashelin:
We're tired of your scheming Veger.

Count Veger:
I've got the answer you're looking for. My Precursor Monks have given me the knowledge to turn on the planetary defence grid. If you beg me to do so...

Keira:
Jak's always gotten us through thick and thin, I'm with him.

Samos The Sage:
Here here!

Daxter:
You're washed up, Vegan.

Count Veger:
Veger! It's Veger! You idiot!

Daxter:
Whatever!

Ashelin:
Count Veger, I hereby dissolve the City Council and strip you of your title, command, and all privileges. Now get out of my sight.

Count Veger:
What? How dare you! I offered you mercy, but now you will all burn in the Precursor fires of creation! I swear it!

Kleiver:
Care to wager a little somethin' on a race, then? If you win, I'll let you keep that little vehicle for as long as you live. And if I win?

Jak:
I don't have anything.

Kleiver:
I'd say that yappy rodent of yours is a bit bony, but skinned and buttered he'd make a nice treat. My vehicle against him.

Daxter:
Forget it buddy! Jak would never...

Jak:
Done.

Tess:
Daxter! My hero! Ahh! This city is too dangerous. We need our own little place in the country... a little pink house... with a white picket fence... and a fireplace... and a big four poster bed for me... and a little Ottsel run on the side of the house for you.

Baron Praxis:
Games? Games are for wimps! Get out in the real world! It's called the sun!

Daxter:
Torn? What are you doing to my place?

Torn:
We needed a southern HQ for the war. Plus, I kinda like the sign with the Ottsel Head outside.

Daxter:
Yeah... it's cool, huh?

Torn:
We use it for target practise.

Daxter:
Hey!

Count Veger:
The monks told me you were coming through the Precursor sub-rails. Interesting aren't they? The Precursors used them to build the world countless eons ago. The rail system leads deep into the planet where it's said the ancient ones wait to bestow unimaginable powers upon the worthy. I will save the world with that power, just as Mar did!

Jak:
Yeah, you've done a great job so far, letting the Metal Heads destroy the palace.

Count Veger:
Oh, you couldn't be more mistaken, dear boy. We're on a time clock, Jak! That light in the sky. Do you know what it is? Our nightmare has found us and the end is coming! I needed quick access to the catacombs below, so I attacked the palace myself! It will be our little secret.

Jak:
Well, you're full of surprises.

Count Veger:
And you're full of Dark Eco! You and your rat are an abomination! But I will rid the planet of this scourge soon enough. Pure light will rule the universe, and I will be the bright light that shines to every corner of the world and destroys all shadows!

Daxter:
Ah, excuse me Count Vulgar...

Count Veger:
It's Veger!

Daxter:
Yeah, whatever. Isn't it kinda nice to just curl up in the shade sometimes? Just chillin it... watching the hot babes prancing around in their skimpy little bikinis. Ya know, how they just jiggle. I get that special tingling feeling in my tail.

Count Veger:
Enough! We will start the cleansing of the world with your demise! Behold! I now command the very power of the ancient ones! And this time, the Precursors will not have mercy on you.

Damas:
Well, you've come back from the dead have you? And my monks were ready to pray for you. I am Damas, King of Spargus.

Jak:
Spargus? Wait, nobody lives outside Haven's walls... not a whole city.

Damas:
Ahh yes... we ARE the forgotten ones. Haven City's refuse, thrown out and left to die. Just as you were. But now that you have been saved, your life belongs to the people of Spargus. And we will use it well. If it's actually worth anything.

Daxter:
Hey! That sounds like a bad deal!

Damas:
You are in no position to "deal." Out here everything is either useful or dead weight. Prove yourselves worthy, or the desert will be your grave.

Jak:
You need to work on making a better first impression.

Damas:
Ha ha ha! In the unforgiving Wasteland we value strength and survival above all. We will see where you stand soon enough. Complete your training, then enter the arena. Just the bravest crawl out and are allowed to stay in Spargus. It's quite simple really.

Daxter:
Um, what happens to the ones that don't crawl out?

Damas:
Then it will be as if we never found you.

Daxter:
I was afraid of that.

Daxter:
Hey, I'm the real hero here. You can call me... Orange Lightning. Zazaziing!

Kleiver:
Well if it isn't the newbies.

Daxter:
Keep yappin' jelly boy, we'll see who...

Kleiver:
Bite ya bum, rat face, or I'll pound ya!

Daxter:
Uurgh... Great stink of the Precursors. I got two words for ya... tooth brush!

Daxter:
If you moved that fast a long time ago, I'd still be wearing pants. You know what I really miss? Soft underpants. You know how it lifts and cradles... Ahhh... You wouldn't understand. We're outta here!

Count Veger:
I want no excuses! You told me this could be done. Now make it so!

Seem:
But we have so little time. The Day Star approaches! You know what it brings.

Count Veger:
Unfortunate, yes, we will deal with that as soon as I have full access to the catacombs. Just continue your work, and I'll deal with those idiots in Haven. I promise you, you will meet your makers!

Ashelin:
Jak, your friends need you. I need you.

Jak:
The city threw me out, remember? They can rot for all I care.

Ashelin:
But what about your...

Jak:
Forget it! Just leave! I have new friends now.

Ashelin:
So the hero I knew did die in the desert, or was it long before that? Don't you remember who you are?

Jak:
I'm through saving the world.

Tess:
Daxter! You're back! Oooo... did that mean old desert burn your itty bitty paws? [she hugs him]

Daxter:
Hey Tess, baby. Don't crusha-the-merchandise. How's biz?

Tess:
I'm designing new guns to help out the war effort.

Jak:
You make guns now?

Tess:
Yeah... I just finished this new gun. It sports a multi-port, large-bore, gyro-burst launcher with blowback breech assist, using full-jacket, eco-depleted, armour-piercing slugs, and a continous kill zone scanner for tight groupings at a high-cycle rate of fire. [pause] Hee hee... it's a hobby.

Jak:
[Damas lies crushed beneath a car] Damas!

Damas:
Not bad driving... kid. It was a good fight... and a good day to die. I'm very proud to have been by your side in the end... This world is not yet out of heroes...

Jak:
We did well together. Don't move I'll...

Jak:
Please promise me one thing. Promise me you'll find my son, Mar. You'll know him when you see this... [he hands him the seal of Mar] he's wearing an amulet just like it. [Jak remmebers his younger self wearing the same amulet] A symbol of our lineage with the great house of Mar... Save the people, Jak. They need you... [he dies]

Jak:
Father...

Count Veger:
Yes, you were that child. I took you from Damas, hoping to harness your eco powers for my experiments. Then I lost you to the Underground. You seem upset. Did I tell you too late? You were the son of the great warrior Damas. Oh... and he never knew... how delightful.

Jak:
Aaaagghh! VEGER!

Count Veger:
Thank you for opening the door to the Precursors. Don't worry, I'll be back to put you out of your misery.

Daxter:
After him, Jak!

Jak:
You're willing to go down there? Without a fuss this time?

Daxter:
Yeah, well don't get used to it. It's just that nobody hurts my best friend and lives to brag about it. Let's get him!

Ashelin:
Jak, your friends need you. I need you.

Jak:
The city threw me out, remember? They can rot for all I care.

Ashelin:
But what about your...

Jak:
Forget it! Just leave! I have new friends now.

Ashelin:
So the hero I knew did die in the desert or was it long before that? Don't you remember who you are?

Jak:
I'm through saving the world.

Tess:
Not bad shooting Jak... for a guy. Now, I want you to protect my little baby with this... or else I'll hunt you down and hurt you REAL bad. Okay? Hee hee.

Daxter:
Wow! I didn't know you had so much... rrawrr!

Damas:
Keeping people alive out here, keeping them full of hope, it can be daunting.

Jak:
I'd say you've made a good life here.

Damas:
You too must make a life, Jak. Take your destiny into your own hands. Look... sand cannot keep a shape by itself, but add water and it becomes malleable. Fate can be such, if you add the right element.

Jak:
Eco!

Damas:
Our minds think alike. My monks say the world is coming to an end, but I am a survivor. I say we live on long after this world dies! Be ready. You are shaping up to be one of my finest warriors, and I'll need you for the trials ahead. I mustn't lose you... like I lost my son.

Jak:
You had a child?

Damas:
Long ago, but much has been sacrificed in this war so that others could live. Anyway, it matters not. We're having serious trouble with marauders lately. I want you to take a vehicle and hunt down their warrior patrols. Go, and make war your own!

Oracle:
We Precursors built many worlds across the universe. Shaping them with eco into something good... but we were foolish. The Dark Makers were once Precursors, but their exposure to Dark Eco changed them. They began twisting worlds, conquering life and dark ages ensued. Now the dark ones have found your world and are coming to claim it for themselves.

Daxter:
Well that could ruin your whole day!

Jak:
I think this one's bigger than both of us.

Oracle:
There is but one hope left. You will find a planetary defence system hidden deep at the core of the planet. There is still a chance to save your world. I hope you are more successful than many planets whose fate has already been closed.

Daxter:
Ah, remember this place? I sure miss good ol' Vin.

Jak:
Yeah, he was a good guy. A bit crazy.

Vin:
[Vin's hologram appears] Hey! Who you calling crazy? I can't help it if the world is out to get me!

Daxter:
Vin! Wait a minute? Is that you?

Vin:
Yeah, it's me. Well, actually no it's not. I'm a multi-layered hyper linking digi-memoc-bio-construct-super-clocked-mega-memory-construct, baby!

Daxter:
Did you understand a word he said?