"...1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer, take one down and pass it around, no more bottles of beer on the wall!"
The trio had just finished a rousing chorus of "Bottles of Beer on the Wall," starting with 9,999.
"Jeez, a beer sounds really good right now, doesn't it?"
"You drink beer?" Daxter asked.
Vadri nodded.
"Hm. You always struck me as a no-alcoholic-drinks-type-person..."
"Yeah, but Daxter," Jak said, "don't you like drinking those fruity-girly-drinks?"
If Daxter hadn't been covered in orange fur, he would've turned bright red. "So what if I do?"
"Then that's okay," Vadri said. "We still love ya."
The man from the day before came down to their cell just then, carrying mugs of ale in his arms. "Couldn't help over hearing," he said, handing the mugs through the bars.
Vadri took hers, but before drinking it, inspected it closely, then looked at the man. "Why are you doing this? You don't know us, we don't know you, and we're in prison. Why the HELL would you give us this unless it's poisoned or something?"
"You are right to be suspicious, but the drinks are not drugged. Technically speaking, you have done nothing to deserve prison; you didn't know you were trespassing. I mean, it isn't like you MURDERED somebody or anything..."
Vadri nearly choked on a small sip of ale. "Oh, erm... right."
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