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"No more curry."
Poco Loco stomped her foot, and pushed the curry bowl her way again. "Anything else?"
The Scorbunny huffed and flattened her ears, but hopped away. Her trainer groaned, and flopped onto her back, not bothering to finish putting up her tent. 'No more damn curry.'
A sharp pain in her side, and she jolted upright. "Rook? Sean? 'nesto? Paws? Nippy?" She looked around, finding her Nickit, Zigzagoon, Boltund, and her poor Dracozolt all staring down at her pleadingly. "Wh-"
There was Poco, holding the damned curry bowl. Thoroughly outnumbered, she asked "Seasoned? Or bitter?"
The Pokemon cheered.
