His Back Against the Wall Ch 6
Jak stood in the Hip Hog once again with his heart racing. This time, however, Krew decided to lecture him about...... something. Jak couldn't care less and didn't hear a word the fat man said. When he realized the tub of blubber had floated away (after 20 minutes of Jak nodding his head and mumbling 'uh-huh' every now and then), he left Daxter with Tess to search for Jinx. The explosives expert was nowhere to be found. Jak returned to his best friend with a heavy heart.
"Well?" Daxter tapped his foot impatiently. "What happened?"
"Not here," Jak answered glumly. Tess left to serve the group of customers that entered, so the famous 'Trouble Twins' were left alone. Jak let his head fall to the table and ran his fingers through his green-blond hair. Sitting up after a moment, he sighed heavily.
"Is she really worth it? I mean, ain't nothing wrong with a one-nighter," D
His Back Against the Wall Ch 5
Jak was more than a little nervous. Just two days afte the second "incident" with Jinx, here he was: sitting on a stool at the head of the bar. Elbow on the table, chin in hand, he listened vaguely to one of Daxter's tall tales in which the Metal Heads multiplied like rabbits and Jak was the sidekick. Jinx slinked in as Jak began to doze off and flopped himself heavily on the stool left of Jak.
The world stopped. Jak could see only Jinx's rugged unshaven face, hear only his grating thick-accented voice, smell only the asphyxiating cloud of smoke surrounding him, feel only the frantic pounding of his own heart against his ribcage.
Jinx slung an arm over Jak's shoulder and glanced at Daxter jumping all over the table, arms waving wildy nonstop as he described his heroic battle.
"What's wrong, Goldilocks? The rabid weasel gettin' on ya nerves?" Daxter growled, baring his tiny Ottsel fangs and stopping his exciting story at