>>23087076"Owowowowowwww!"
Your high-pitched ridicule succeeds in attracting the attention of other Gibles. One by one, they rise out of the sand facing your direction. Though calm initially, the landsharks turn to rabid mob as soon as you sling the Gible latched onto you into the crowd.
Though one would suspect their violence is in vengeance for their flung comrade, it's actually all for the half-eaten Sitrus Berry that's still clasped in your beet red hand.
"GIBBBBAAAAA!!"
The entire horde rushes wildly at the chance to maul you to pieces and snatch the berry from you. Shocked and speechless, all you can do is cower in fear that your time has come,
it of course, does not.Your hide is saved by a familiar roar that tears through the cavern. You've heard it somewhere before but can't quite remember where. As if called upon, the sand between you and the Gible horde begins to muddy up and sink, forming a pit of quicksand that ensnares the whole swarm before any of them even have a chance of reaching you. Needless to say, it's quite an eye-opener.
"G-Giiibaaaa!"
You watch at the entire horde struggles to escape the unexpected trap, to no avail whatsoever. They screech, they howl, they kick, they claw at the air, they do whatever they can, but it's hopeless, and even if you felt the change of heart required to save those little monsters, it would be impossible to save them all.
"Y'know, if I were you, I'd consider standing back. You wouldn't want to get mixed in with the appetizers."You perform a snappy 180°, your eyes crossing paths with the sociopath responsible for sending you to this pit in the first place, Grashglik. Grashglik and...apparently what seems to be a lunch break.
"G-Gah! Doucheface! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Grashglik is about two seconds away from sipping a cup of tea before realizing how stupid that sounds. He nonchalantly pours it into the sand next to him.
>What do you say next? 