[Oh, for fuck's sake... Guzma groans loudly as he slumps in the sand, but... Lord, okay, he does have a few good ones he knows. I mean, it was common practice when the storms in Po Town cut the (already lackluster) power out of the mansion, he and his Grunts would pass time either rap battling or telling stories in the dark. Scary ones, of course, and the first to chicken out would watch the gates in the rain. This isn't any different, there are just no stakes on the line.
Still, he wants food... Grabbing a pokeball from his hoodie, Guzma tosses it out to the ocean and releases his Golisopod, catching the ball as it retracts toward his hand.]
Goli, go fishing for me, yeah? I gotta entertain the scrub over there. [He jabs a thumb over his shoulder at Karanatsu, and the massive insect tilts his head then wades out into the water to catch some fish for himself and his trainer. Guzma waves his big pokemon off then saunters back to the shivering shrimp by the fire.] A'ight, what you wanna hear?
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Still, he wants food... Grabbing a pokeball from his hoodie, Guzma tosses it out to the ocean and releases his Golisopod, catching the ball as it retracts toward his hand.]
Goli, go fishing for me, yeah? I gotta entertain the scrub over there. [He jabs a thumb over his shoulder at Karanatsu, and the massive insect tilts his head then wades out into the water to catch some fish for himself and his trainer. Guzma waves his big pokemon off then saunters back to the shivering shrimp by the fire.] A'ight, what you wanna hear?