In which Sig has to wrestle Dark Jak into submission. Just the right way to spend a Sunday afternoon!
Despite the gravity of the situation, Sig had to allow himself a good chuckle. It did not happen often that he had a reason to laugh, and when one presented itself it felt good to run with it.
Daxter, however, did not seem amused at all despite the fact that he was the reason for this rare laughter.
“Yeah, so what?” he finally snapped, small foot tapping repeatedly against the grass. “I’ve watched the exit and not a single ‘head has left!”
Sig coughed into his fist.
“He told me to guard the exit, not to wrestle any nasties trying to make it out!” Daxter shouted as he threw up his arms in exasperation.
At least for today, Sig decided that the ottsel could be spared a comment about what the word “guard” normally entailed. Besides, they prob