Jax whips out his trusty sax, ready to riff this shit up.
He deploys one of his nifty inventions, an air conditioner that doubles as a boombox and generates nasty beats on the spot. It immediately sparks up this joint with a sweet, jazzy drum & bass loop. Jaxon begins jamming over it. As always, he kicks absolute ass of ANY variety. Any species of ass that is known to the universe is being kicked right now. No ass is safe from this here ass-kicking. It is just an all you can kick buffet of ass.
In the midst of all the ass-kicking, Jaxon’s sister joins in on her alto sax in the other room. Her name is Olivia Blaise. She is just another member of the renowned, red-haired Blaise family, who are all no strangers to booting posterior. Very rude of her, but god damn these two are JAMMIN’.
Soon enough, the boombox becomes sentient (as most of Jaxon’s inventions do), and joins the improv session as well, adding a little piano to the mix. This jam is just too sicky to NOT gain sentience to!
All in all, asses were kicked and sentience was conceived. That cardboard cutout of Kenny G would be proud.