>>12088460http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECyfX1OR_nkThe Jigglypuff of the group speaks up, "HEY! HEY MARTY! THAT OTTER AND HER DUMB DRAKE FRIEND SET US UP!" his voice is very gruff, with a Brooklyn accent no less.
The Clefairy of the group, on the other hand, holds a Southern redneck accent, "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, that does not sit well Johnson! HEY FAT AND FATTER! Why you stealin' and buggin our business huh? BOSS DON'T LIKE THAT. Don't he Clubthumpkin and Mc'Chapelhill?"
Clubthumpkin, the Chansey of the group, nods. He is silent and does not partake in the confrontation, in fact, his only real purpose seems to be carrying the real "puppeteer" of the duo, the Cherrim about."
The Cherrim has an emotionless accent. And whenever he speaks, the atmosphere around him tends to darken up, and grow a deathly reddish hue, a hue much like the cherries he shits out about every two minutes.
"Two trespassers the cave does find, interfering in the operation, their skin, we must un-twine." announces the Cherrim.
They're all males. Except maybe "Clubthumpkin", if that's even his (her?) real name. All Chanseys are female, but this one is honestly making you question that.
Marty, Johnson, Clubthumpkin, and Mc'Chapelhill proceed to block the exit, demanding by all means to know why you've interrupted their Crystal Baby-stealing operation, and even worse, why you dared to steal from them. (And succeed!)
Marty puts his stubby, jiggly hands on his hips, "Hmph. We don't take kindly to trespassers, holmes. Not us, or the cult. You's don't know who you's dealing with! So I suggest you and that girl otter scram off!"
Breaker fumbles around with the Rambo-esque bandanna over her head, "H-Huh? H-How did he guess I was a girl!?"
Johnson steps in to continue the confrontation, "He's right , give us those got-dang Crystal Babies. I don't know ya, and you don't know us, so I don't know why you think you can just steal from us, gronkers.."
