>>56793398SEETHE MORE JIGGER
CYNTHIA DIDNT
She asks. “We’re celebrities- heroes! Don’t you think p-people will want to see us… safe?”
Again the Arcanine squeezes his thighs around the back of his stomach, shifting his prey- and pockets of air- forward. “They will understand where exactly you three went.” He states. “Once that situation is explained, Sinnoh will find a new Champion and the Aether foundation will be forced to turn towards something else.”
Finally, Cynthia speaks up, attempting to remain calm as always. “T-That does not mean we can’t… work something out.” She shakily suggests. “I am sure we can work something out, you seem reasonable, enough.”
Grunting, Bernard slowly picks himself up, hefting his stomach into the air as he does. “I’ll work out once you three are done.” He states. “But, until then-” He drops his stomach, the whole organ chugging like a clogged engine- “it’s time I finish you three off!” The momentum of all of the weight dropping at once is enough to force all of the air towards the top of his gut, up his chest, and eventually out of his mouth with an explosive-
BWUUUUUAAAAAR-OOOOOOOUUUURRRLUUUUUUURCH!!
Were his office not designed to withstand such things, the gaseous eruption could have knocked every painting off the wall, sent bookshelves tumbling to the floor, and blasted his desktop through the window. Instead, despite the terrifying length and unholy volume, both the Arcanine and his room withstand- and enjoy- the momentous, continuous expulsion of air.
For over a minute he belts out the warbling winds, sending the flavors of his prey out his maw in gastric gusts that seemingly flow without end. Finally, after a climatic-
UuuurgrrrrrRHUUUUUHP~~!!
