"Really?" Jake said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "Care to explain why?"

This time, his axes were not strapped to his back, but in his hands, their metal gleaming menacingly in the light. He slowly positioned himself between Ralph and Vanellope. Jake's blue eyes had lost their mirthful twinkle, and had assumed a cold, dangerous glint, like an unsheathed sword.

"Please... [i]enlighten[/i] us."