Sorry for the update delay, folks. First I had writer's block and had to do some brainstorming. Then one of my works got removed; apparently, somebody thought it was in the wrong category or site and reported it. Because of the "infraction," I lost upload privileges until the evening of March 16th. So I'm just now adding this, even though I wrote it on the 11th.

Anyway, you know the drill; I still don't own them.

Whose Line is it Anyway—Jak II Style!

Part 3

(Torn is seated at Drew's desk, while Drew is standing with Jak, Keira, and Daxter.)

DREW: Welcome back to "Whose Line is it Anyway?" Torn is the winner tonight. How 'bout that?

(Torn smirks, leans back, crosses his arms over his chest, and nods.)

He gets to sit at my desk and relax while the rest of us play a game for you called "World's Worst," where we stand here on the World's Worst step and think of as many examples as we can of the world's worst what, Torn?

TORN: The world's worst Underground agent.

(Drew steps forward.)

DREW: Hey, Mr. Krimzon Guard. (teasing, sing-song voice) I know something you don't know! I know something you don't know!

(Buzzer. He steps back, Jak steps forward.)

JAK: Look at the cool paper airplanes I made from our maps!

(He pretends to throw one. Buzzer. He steps back, Keira steps forward.)

KEIRA (indifferent): Yeah, yeah. I'll go on the mission as soon as my soap opera's over.

(Buzzer. She steps back, Daxter steps forward.)

DAXTER: Well, I did see a hiding place about an hour ago, but it looked really dirty.

(Buzzer. He steps back, Jak steps forward.)

JAK: (makes peace sign) Dude, make love, not war.

(Buzzer. He steps back, Keira steps forward.)

KEIRA: (pretending to pick up a rock and prepare to throw it) Five bucks says I can nail that guard right between the eyes. (throws the imaginary rock, then her eyes widen in fear) Oh, crap, he sees us. Run!

(Buzzer. She steps back, Drew steps forward.)

DREW: I'll trade you these secret plans for your pudding.

(Buzzer. He steps back, Daxter steps forward.)

DAXTER: (pretends to fumble with a gun) How the heck does this thing work?

(He pretends to peer down the barrel of the gun, then imitates a gunshot and falls over backward. Buzzer. He steps back, Keira steps forward.)

KEIRA: You have an urgent mission for me? Gimme five minutes; my nails are still wet.

(Long buzzer. She steps back.)

DREW: We'll be right back with more "Whose Line is it Anyway?" right after this. Don't go away.

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DREW: Welcome back to "Whose Line is it Anyway?" We're gonna end the show for you tonight with Jak reading the credits. Jak, I want you to read the credits as Simon Cowell. Thanks for watching, everybody. G'night.

(Audience cheers and applauds.)

JAK (British accent): Arthur Forrest and Bruce Gowers directed it. Drew Carey nearly made me fall asleep. Dan Patterson and Mark Leveson developed it for television; oh, I'm sure that takes a lot of skill. Danny Accomando? Too ethnic; change it. That goes for Denise O'Donoghue as well. What sort of a name is Brent Carpenter? (sighs) I really don't care anymore. All of you, out. You're all pathetic. You're wasting my time and everyone else's.

THE END