[After giving Ariados a final pat on her large abdomen, scratching between her two back stingers, Guzma recalls her to her pokeball and snickers softly at the applause he hears. He shakes his head, running a few fingers through the longer, white hair, pushing it back from his face.]

Girl, I could ask you the same question. You never answered me back then, neither - what even are you? Y'all's no pokemon, that's for dang sure. I know my bug types, and I ain't never met one what could talk.