>>12557929To say Glavacados was a tropical getaway was an understatement, it was more than just that. In all my years of detective work I don't think I've ever seen anything so remarkable.
And I'm usually a tough nut to crack, so that's saying much.
The first person we saw on the docks was Garbodor, who was voluntarily keeping himself away from the beach for "scent-imental" reasons. Y'know, preserve the seasalt smell and whatnot.
I then remembered his wannabe archaeologist origins, and decided to grill him for more answers. We approached him while he watched the intelli-less Water-types bob around in the ocean.
"Hey Garbodor!" I greeted, Garbodor turned around and waved his pipe-cleaner hands, "Oh! You two again! Hello, how are things?" He had a drink in his hands, no doubt purchased from the Tiki Bar.
For our own sake, he sprayed a bit of pumpkin spice Febreeze around us, "Things are going fine, thanks. You're going to spend the day alone, I take it?"
Garbodor coughed a bit of black smoke, "Nothing else I can do really, I don't want to ruin anyone's good time, I'd spray Febreeze, but y'know, it's going to be used up completely before anyone can really feel comfortable.. Besides my body fat usually absorbs it before it can pumpkin the place up.."
Quags frowned, "Oh..well don't worry chum! We'd never tell ya you'd stank bad in public, in fact, let's just change the topic altogether!"
"I was just getting to that. Now, Garbodor, since we're here on the island, we were wondering, do you have anything new to tell us regarding Skypia? After all, we are on half of what remains of it."
