Daxter and Pecker loving each other.
I have spent my life searching for the answers that my father and my father’s fathers failed to find. Who were the precursors? Why did they create the vast monoliths that litter our planet? How did they harness eco, the life energy of the world? What was their purpose, and why did they vanish? I have asked the plants, but they do not remember. The plants have asked the rocks, but the rocks do not recall - even the rocks do not recall. Every bone in my body tells me that the answers rest on the shoulders of a young boy, oblivious to his destiny, uninterested in the search for truth, and rejecting of my guidance. And why would he want to listen to old Samos the Sage, anyways? I’m only the master of green eco, one of the wisest men on the planet. So it seems the answer begins not with careful research or sensible thinking, nay, as with many of fate’s mysteries, it begins with but a small act of disobedience.
This guy just won’t quit!