>>15807103The joke is that he's never going to do that because he's always too busy.>>15805359"Booouauaafff....Ooouaaffff...."
She shoves him away out of respect for the lonely Hiker, but he keeps coming back to nuzzle on her because she is best girl in his colorblind eyes, "Bouooooooooaufaaaff...OOouaaf..."
As long as he doesn't shove that nose of his under her skirt, you're okay. No one is getting a legitimate taste of that sweet-smelling vanilla until you do, not even a ridiculously unconditional loving dog.
Out of impatience, she returns the unkempt poodle to his pokeball.
"Listen Gordo, can you explain yourself more clearly?"
The fat Hiker wipes his nose on a handkerchief, before reciting the very sad and depressing story about how he was on Route 9, hiking with his wife, when they heard a noise. A noise that led to something bursting gi-fucking-gantic out of the ground and devouring his wife, in addition to his hefty collection of crystals.
On top of that, the Ambrette Fossil Lab hired him in the first place to go to Route 9 and hike for crystals and fossils and whatnot because ALL of their inventory had gotten stolen in the past few days.
They sent him to restock their supplies.
He failed, and now, he's wifeless.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, "GREEEEAAAAAT. The whole lab is cleaned out of its supply of EVERYTHING, unbelievable!....but, it entices my rising-heroism, Miss, we have to do something!"
She walks away from the bawling Hiker, "Clearly, we have until sunrise to do something about it, let's not dawdle on any longer."
"Right!...and uh, Gordo, we'll see you later! We'll try to find your wife and confirm whether she's dead or not!"
Gordo continues wailing away.
