03-23-2021, 08:13 PM
Daxter sits down, still fuming from the events of earlier. Sociopathic teammates, arrogant kleptomaniacs and a jaw that feels like it's gonna fall off! He grimaces, rubbing the offending area roughly, but only succeeds in intensifying the pain. "Mother of- Wuh? Oh, Marcus. Yeah, go on. Gotta be important if you're so bloody eager to tell us. Go on, get on with it!"
I'm no one special. Also, here's a pupper pic:


