Jak 32004

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!