Daxter scratched his head at Garnet's tale, not having encountered much of anything in his short visit to the welcome booth. It seemed pretty typical (except for the whacked out city design. Some architects needed to be fired) and ordinary. And they'd been dumb enough, anyway.

But that last little statement she made caught him off guard, and he looked appropriately horrified. That would mean Jak hadn't had anything to do with this prank! And that worried Daxter more than anything else possibly could have.

"Captor?! Wait, so you're tellin' me this is a prison?!"

He fell to his knees. "Damn you, Praxis! I don't know how the hell you did this, but I know you did!!" And he glanced back to Garnet.

And muttered to himself, "Well.. It could always be worse. At least I'm with a hot chick..."