[Pleased that the dog has taken his offering, Guzma lifts up from his spot and searches about for a good, sturdy stick. It's not that hard to find, thankfully, there's pieces of driftwood - bleached white and dry as a bone itself - gathered by the Jormun to use as kindling for the many small bonfires going around the shore. He whistles again for his new, furry friend and pats his thighs.
One wave of the stick in his hand and a bright smile on his face is clear enough - fancy a game of fetch, Fido? Guzma's got one hell of a throwing arm, and that's not just because he's a big, brawny ass motherfucker. Pokemon Trainers just know how to throw shit accurately, it just comes with the territory, really.]
C'mon, mutt, let's see how fast and far y'all can run, yeah? Go long!! [And he's chucking that stick with all his might.]
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One wave of the stick in his hand and a bright smile on his face is clear enough - fancy a game of fetch, Fido? Guzma's got one hell of a throwing arm, and that's not just because he's a big, brawny ass motherfucker. Pokemon Trainers just know how to throw shit accurately, it just comes with the territory, really.]
C'mon, mutt, let's see how fast and far y'all can run, yeah? Go long!! [And he's chucking that stick with all his might.]