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>Segment .7 - The Spiny Nutcracker Suite [FINAL]>'PROTEIN' FROAKIES FOR SALE ($1.28 PER FROAK)"Protein Froakies for sale! Protein Froakies for sale! A-Anyone, ANYONE?"
You are Calem, the ambiguously-aged 15-16 year old boy from Vaniville Town. And to start this thing out, you hate yourself. You REALLY hate yourself.
You're the kind of beta that forgets to get your waifu Serena a present until the day OF Christmas. Oh yeah, that's what this is. One of those cliche plots that every guy goes through at least once in their miserable, pathetic, peon lives.
In hindsight, this is kind of good on one hand, it means you at least share ONE trait with your father. God knows why it has to be his worst trait, but whatever.
You and Froakie are standing out the street, your face is covered from scuff and dirt, you smell of frog must, and Froakie is ringing a bell with a Santa hat on his head, desperately hoping that whatever cuteness he has left him will nick you some more profits.
You're broke. You're so fucking broke because of all those police tickets.
You only have a few more hours left to get Serena something nice, having sent her on a wild goose chase to recover a Torchic you've been meaning to give to Alice as a gift.
That's one girl covered, too bad you need two gifts.
"Do you think the reason why nobody's buying is because they noticed the sign says 'Protein' instead of 'Protean'?"
Froakie wipes his forehead of icky frog sweat, "Fro froak...?"
"Yeah, me either."
In order to make enough money for the gift, you've been breeding Froakie relentlessly with a volunteer Wooper you found off the street. So far you have dozens of boxes remaining to sell, all filled with baby Froakies.
