>>12109201"Marty friend, the boss wants us pronto, the pummeling must end." in return, Clubthumpkin adds to the conversation with a silent nod and a "hmph".
For a Chansey, he really doesn't look like the type to bring you luck.
Marty growls, teeth gritting roughly. He looks at the rest of his teammates, and then at you and Breaker, "FINE! Let's get the cruck outta here, my nubs are killin' me!"
Johnson gets up from his cave indent, "Ugh....I agree! Who wants STEWWW for lunch!?"
As three of the four members depart to the cave's exit, Marty shakes his stubby hand at you, "Listen here, pipsqueaks! This ain't over, hear? You's two may got 'da Crystal Babies, but 'DA BOSS knows what's up, huh! No mattah how much ya pummel us, he'll always treat our wounds! We's unstoppable, we's don't forget, and we WILL win!"
Once Marty notices that the rest of his troop is long-gone, he retreats, "W-WAIT UP HOLMES! I WANT TO ORDER SPINDA EXPRESS TODAY!"
You feel as if you've just lucked out if anything. You briefly untie your bandanna so that you can wipe your face with it, "Phew...Close call..."
Breaker nods, "You said it! But we finally got those Crystal Babies, come on! No luggin' around, we gotta deliver them to Gurdurr. PRONTO!"
