>>23000734Due to the simple fact that you are not a fifteen year old adolescent who uses books as escapism from constant fatherly rape torture, you have not had any experience with the Hunger Games franchise or any of its affiliated merchandise, so this challenge is a blank to you.
You *do* have one plan though, and you let Halberd know that with a quick whisper before you prominently declare the answer aloud.
"SHE SAID!"
Vagueness is the key. Grashglik can't strike you down for something that is technically a part of the answ-
>"Was that your attempt at a joke? It wasn't very funny.""But I'm still right....sorta!"
>"Actually, even if I would let such technicalities fly--and I don't--, the line was said by Peeta, not a female character. And now, here's your reward."https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7sEdwmfUeY"Driiiiiiiiiiiffffff!"
"Drifloooooo!"
"Floooooooo!"
At Grashglik's call, three scar-ridden Drifloons rise out of the ground wearing cute little novelty spiked helmets. They waste no time in spouting as many Gusts as their mouths can spew out.
"Enemy waves? Is that the best you got?!"
>"They're footmen with not much else to do, Peter Calem, the correct question should be if I'm being too nice in letting them play too big a part in your demise. I like to think, no, they're not, insignificant ne'er-do-wells deserve to be taken out by insignificant ne'er-do-wells.""Driiiiflooooo--
W-Wait a minute, that's not very nice, boss!"Halberd readies his tongs, as his signature Ground-type is wholly ineffective against the balloon militia, "Sure hope you brought something sharp, only way these pests stay fainted."
>What do you do next? 