Daxter hesitates, and shakes his head. "Uh, sorry about this, but I don't think I can do that. I've got no idea who you are, and I don't think it's a great idea for me to just let you out like that. How about you start by just talking. Who are you, and why are you inside the bottle? Why would it be a good idea for me to let you out?"
I'm no one special. Also, here's a pupper pic:


