>>15852994The tie was randomzied."Froakie, froak, fro-fro. Froggity!"
The grunts all stare at the grunt-who's-not-really-a-grunt and clearly a frog in disguise wearing shades with narrowed eyes. He fears that they might have noticed something, like how he didn't actually say anything in English and just said random gibberish in Froakie-speak.
They stare.
They stare, and by god, do they stare.
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They start laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"TOPPEST OF KEKELS, DOBSON! YOU ARE JUST ONE HILARIOUS CHUMP! HAHA OH GOD, YOUR INFLATION JOKES ARE DA BOMB! NEVER BEFORE HAVE I WANTED TO BUY AN INFLATABLE GOODRA AND FILL HER UP WITH WATER UNTIL HER TITTERS TURN FROM GIGGLES TO CRIES OF PAIN AND PLEAS OF WANTING ME TO STOP!"
"I WANNA FINGER AN INFLATABLE GOODRA UNTIL HER GOO SPILLS ALL OVER ME!"
"I WANNA FILL THAT CLIT WITH A HOSE ALL NIGHT! WOOOOOOOO! FRATERNITY POOL PARTY TONIGHT!"
"EPIC DAWG, SIMPLY EPIC."
"WELL-PLAYED MY GOOD-SIR, I RESPECTFULLY TIP MY HAT TO THEE."
Froakie cringes, he's had enough of this. It's almost as if the entire discussion is a conversation that's trying so hard to be ironic, that it just ends up being a realistic reminder that there are people in the real world that participate in the cancer. He feels euphorically left out and unwanted.
Standing up on his hind legs--just so people don't realize a grunt is hopping around like a frog--, Froakie struts off, shades in tow. He's in the clear, but only time will tell as to how far he can keep things up.
The cave begins to rumble, but he doesn't pay any attention to it.
It's not from your screaming.
It takes quite a bit of exploration and casual snooping about, coupled with some more dangerously cancerous conversations, but Froakie eventually makes his way to the core of the cavern.
Two grunts appear to be harassing a scientist from the Fossil Lab..
A) Time to move-out, take off the shades and kick some shins!
B) Keep incognito, comfort the scientist in hushed whispers.
