The screams of a sound-based Pokemon would have been the sound wave cure.Tribal gumbo would have introduced a quirky old hag.Thank god no one chose D.>>15800637"Oww!"
More claw marks grace your cheeks.
"Chrysolite! It's Chrysolite!"
"Chrysolite?"
"Yes, Chrysolite! It's the only cure for inner-toxin spreading that's *this* bad. See, it's a crystal that emits auras! These auras will be detrimental to the poisons inside of her, she'll be vomiting those acids out like no tomorrow once she holds the Chrysolite to close to her stomach. Guaranteed!"
Miss Leading cringes from the thought of regurgitation, "That sounds...extremely unpleasant..."
"It is."
"And there isn't any other cure, is there?"
"Sorry m'aam, it's your only shot at living..."
She crosses her arms, "Then I suppose we have no choice but to go get some Chrysolite before sunrise tomorrow morning. I'm not going to let this condition hinder our progress, I still have a report to complete, after all."
She hops out of her seat, "Where would we able to find Chrysolite then, doctor?"
"Well, you could try the Ambrette Fossil Lab, I'm sure they'll let you borrow a sample they have inventory. They're all obsessed about rocks and stones and whatnot!"
While Miss and Snugglykins carry out their conversation, you look around the room.
A) Inform Snugglykins that you have a bad back.
B) Inquire Snugglykins on his psychiatry degree.
C) Head to the Ambrette Fossil Lab!
D) "Where's my freaking lollipop, doc?"
