The snap of Bulba's vine stung, and the sensation of the vine against his human skin made his wrist itch. Marie was reminded of his dislike for Grass types. "Shut up," Marie spat back. "Don't treat me like I'm stupid. Feeding Sonny, treating Vinnie like your-" and for the second time, Marie thought about swearing but decided against it- "brother or something. Just 'cause you're both 'saurs doesn't mean..." He was too frustrated to figure out what he was trying to say.

It was at that time,
Marie lifted his knee to
Bulba's special place.