>>12564456http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-Jk8SMLw3I"SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWKITY SQUAWKITY SQUA-SQUAWK!"
"Ya know you don't gotta yell, chat-ass, we can hear you just fine from over here."
Chatots were everywhere.
Cliche law dictates that wherever you go, if you end up on an island, then know that there's always something sexy to discover deep within said island's jungle.
It's an Indy thing.
"Alright Quags, rule number one on a jungle expedition, DON'T GET KILLED. Rule number two, blast typical jungle music to help ease the pain of being in a jungle. Rule number three, NEVER break anything that belongs to the jungle people."
"Don't forget about the back-up plan!"
I cocked an eyebrow, "Back-up plan?"
He took out a Miltank cheese log and flashed it in my face, "See, the jungle people inhabiting the island have probably never seen something like this. That way, whenever we anger them somehow, we can just show them this, and ALL SHALL BE FORGOTTEN."
I don't think he gets how jungle people work.
Anyhow, the set-up for the island was much like your typical one, beach, then jungle, then big-ass mountain in the middle. One thing to make note of though, the mountain here is kinda...fucked up since the other half is all the way in the sky. It was supposed to be a volcano, too, I guess what remains of that is still stuck in the sky somewhere.
Whatever, no volcano just means no smoldering Wobbuffets for anyone to dine on tonight, which I'm perfectly fine with."
Quags attempted to get a signal with his GPS to tell us where these jungle people where, but his iPhone sucked ass because it was a Gen II so it didn't really matter.
I stuck to home-made directions, and followed the simple trail led out for us.
Ah yes, jungle jungle-y jungle exploration at its finest.
>Location: Jungle Clearing, GlavacadosA) Talk to Pawniard.
B) Talk to Crustle.
C) Pick up the Mawile head.
D) Move on.
