>>12565322http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQwks7ozkC8The Pawniard we had come across wasn't your usual Pawniard, judging by his expression. He was a passenger on the ship, and it looks like he had gotten lost after having too much punch...or something.
He held his head in agony that he wasn't able to feel, blocking a path that led deeper into the jungle, "Unnnnnnngh...SCHOOL. SCHOOL! I don't wanna, I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL MUM!"
Quags turned to me, "Is...he alright?"
"Not really."
Pawniard spun around, faintly punching the air, a bit of vomit dribbling out of his mouth, "Aggggh....OI! OI'LL KIK YER CUNT IN THE....CUNT BRUV...A-And..then..then you'll get nicked by me mumhandles, and you'll be BROWN BREAD! BROWN BREAD BRUV! 'Tats...tree words...mate....cuntmate..."
"Who is he talking to?" asked Quags.
"I don't think he even knows where he is," I answered back, "excuse me drunkie! Let's make this quick, let us pass by and there won't be any problems!"
The Pawniard was about to throw a comment our way, but he paused to regurgitate his drink behind a palm tree. When he finished, he gave us a drunken stank eye, "YOU...YOU CANNOT...SHALL NOT PASS...CHEEKY CUNTS...I...jungle....MINE! I...tired...I wunt to go home and sloop with me mum...bruv.."
Great, another damn sidequest. Can't a fucking Wobbuffet have an adventure in a jungle-themed world without having fetch quests shoved in his face?
"What are we going to do Wobbs? He seems kinda intent on staying there and puking his dreams away."
"Well, I was going to kick his ass, but he's a Darkie, and I don't simmer well with those types. Look, this is a fork in the road, there's an empty path over there, let's just take that one, come back later, and see if he's gone by then."
"Seems simple enough, I like it!"
We prepared to walk off, but he threw up again, "NO! NO NO NO!...I can't...don't go...I need me mum....GET SCRAP METAL!"
"Scrap metal?"
