>>20671243Yawning for a fourth and final time, Slowking calls forth a small Pidove from one of the flourishing bunches of grapes in the next garden over. The Pidove swiftly flies to the hermit king, lands on top of his head, and raises his wing for the entirety of his speech.
"Kakerooo Kakerooooooooooooo! It's Sunday again and you know what that means! Kakerooo! Kakerooo! It's time for the weekly bid! Everyone says we should be in church right now, kakerooo! But what do we say to that?"
Scratch that, dismiss the earlier statement. Slowking yawns for a fifth time. With all that hot air, you can't help but wonder how a guy like him can even qualify to be a fast-talking auctioneer.
>'Unless it's the bird who's gonna do it..' 