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I think your problem is you aren't using these little drill tank things. Fuck I want one of these. AHA! SO THAT'S YOUR SECRET! If only I knew what Groudon was! MAXIE! I—Oh sweet fuck what is that thing? What exactly did you try? If by sought you mean "sat in a pool of lava" then yes. Damn! What the hell is wrong with you?! YAAARG! Blue! The blue is in my eyes! Oh way to go dick, you pissed it off. The key to pissing it off. WHY WOULD THE BLUE ORB BE THE KEY TO THE RED MONSTER? He left. He told me to tell you he hates you. Invited myself, hope that's cool. Oh yes, sweet little ol' me collaborated with a primeval beast who's been sitting in a magma pool for who knows how long. Sure ok. Choro Notes: There was entirely nothing to this battle that wasn't Shoryugget kicking Mightyena in the throat or That Pig using Psychic on Camerupt and Crobat. Well most of them respect me. I recommend killing a Whismur that was being really obnoxious and then leaving its body in a place where it'll always be in sight. Maybe you should try sitting in a pool of magma for a few centuries and see how old it gets. No, I'm trying to say maybe you should try some other act of ecovillany you'd be good at. Maybe try pissing in the ocean. Well it's pretty obvious you aren't. Yeah, I mean I should probably get out of here before the police come . . . Oh come on, you know I'm gonna find it before you for some goddamn reason. Well great, there's an ancient, pissed off behemoth out there somewhere . . .