Whoa - this guy was kind of a scaredy Meowth, huh? Sonny figured that maybe they didn't have Snorlaxes in space. He rolled back on his haunches and planted his butt into the grass at the edge of the impact crater. He watched as Clear picked up a stick and waved it at him. Man, did he really think a little stick like that would keep him safe? It wasn't like he was a Farfetch'd with a Leek or anything!
And what was that on his face? It reminded Sonny of a gas mask, like he'd seen on TV. Maybe it was, maybe it was something else. But it made the other guy's face hard to see. Maybe he was an alien and he couldn't breathe in Earth's oxygen rich atmosphere?
But there was time for boring stuff like that, later. The Snorlax leaned over and scooped up the orange.
"Lax-lax?"
Hello! Are you going to eat this?
Probably not, because then he'd have to take off the gas mask and expose himself to Earth's oxygen. Oh, and microbes!
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And what was that on his face? It reminded Sonny of a gas mask, like he'd seen on TV. Maybe it was, maybe it was something else. But it made the other guy's face hard to see. Maybe he was an alien and he couldn't breathe in Earth's oxygen rich atmosphere?
But there was time for boring stuff like that, later. The Snorlax leaned over and scooped up the orange.
"Lax-lax?"
Hello! Are you going to eat this?
Probably not, because then he'd have to take off the gas mask and expose himself to Earth's oxygen. Oh, and microbes!