Robbery! [voice]

[shipshapeshipco]

[The following is preceded by an inordinate amount of emotional huffing and puffing. Samuel's voice in uncharacteristically tense.]

I have been slighted. I have been fooled. I have been wronged. Terribly, in fact. And that wrong I demand to be righted

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[farfairersoul]

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...What are you babbling about this time?

[shipshapeshipco]

Did....you do this?!

[farfairersoul]

Samuel, half the skin on my arm was carved off a week ago, and I haven't left this room since. I can guarantee that whatever it is you're dramatizing had nothing whatsoever to do with me.

[shipshapeshipco]

Oh thank the sweet skies. I didn't want to believe it was you, my friend.

Please accept my apology. The stress of my now unlivable life has turned me upon even those in my highest regards.

My god, Razer. How am I supposed to breathe in this world? This colorless, hatless world...

[hellofadrug]

[Hats? Really?]

Is there anyone they would be of value to?

[shipshapeshipco]

EVERYONE.

[hellofadrug]

[...He knows the approximate retail value of most of those hats, Samuel.]

Mmm.

[shipshapeshipco]

Ah. What a comforting "mmm" you have. I feel quite calmed at the moment.

[stray_cub]

...what happened?

[shipshapeshipco]

My everything has become my nothingness. My day a never-ending night. My hats are stolen.

[stray_cub]

Uh...sorry?

[shipshapeshipco]

Apology accepted.

[does_everything]

[By some miracle or cosmic gag, Daxter actually works out that this nutter is talking about hats.]

They got hats in the shops, stop crying and pick up a new one my man.

[shipshapeshipco]

But these hats were special. Have you not ever owned anything- say, a festive necktie- that makes you who and what you are meant to be? I am meant to be the man in the dashing hats, and those hats were the most dashing of all. Would you risk our very sense of self on general-store apparel?

[does_everything]

Uhhh nope. Even without pants, Orange Lightning strikes true.

[shipshapeshipco]

We've all a slew to learn from you.

[pimp_hat]

I have no idea whatchu be talkin' 'bout but quit joor damn blubbahrin' already!

[shipshapeshipco]

I can do no such thing, my beach-dwelling companion. You could not understand, as one who must own so little. Those of us with the curse of owning quite a bit have so much more to lose!

[pimp_hat]

Hey mon I be ownin' plety of goods!

[shipshapeshipco]

I'm certain you are the richest man of us all, if one accounts for good-nature, relaxed lifestyle, and empty bottles.

[He says this with nothing in his voice but love!]