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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dc47Wvc6aH4"Oh, so NOW you sample my caesar salad with a sweetful smile?! Where on earth was this benevolent patronage of well-deserved customer service when you first stepped foot in here!?"
You hold up a finger to the chef, your mouth too full of croutons to answer him. He gives you a moment to swallow it, "That was while I wanted to beat you alive as part of the road to becoming a champion. Now that that shit's done with, we can be...uughhh, """friends""", I guess."
As you might've guessed, the reward for overcoming the trial of the Flood Chamber is a candlelit dinner that doesn't taste like white water trash. Apparently, Siebold /can/ actually cook if he puts his heart to it.
All Pokemon may have been recalled, but Siebold refuses to leave, offering superfluous commentary as you and the waifu try to have a moment or two.
"Tolerated acquaintances?" he suggests.
"Yeah, that. And about the salad, it is good, y'know, since I saw you skipped out on the aqua jizz this time."
His face starts burning up, presumably because he's too much of a bottom boy fedora tipper to ever say something so naughty, "I don't!.....I don't....do....THOSE....things to my food! Take those sultry words back!"
A) Take them back. He just wants to be oleved.
B) Don't take them back, talk more shit.
C) Enter the world's second most popular nigga, who saw everything thanks to camouflaging.
D) Request to get this hothead outta here.
