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“So, that’s it, then?” Okidogi asked incredulously.
“Yeah, I’m… I’m sorry, guys,” Pecharunt managed meekly.
“Surely you must have more to offer, do you not?” Fezandipiti coaxed.
“You managed to give us all this, Runt,” Munkidori commented. “There’s no way you don’t have more. We need to be compensated for running your errands somehow.”
“I…” Pecharunt hesitated.
“You what, huh?” Okidogi sneered. “Today, Peach.”
“I don’t want to!” Pecharunt blurted.
“I beg your pardon?” Fezandipiti scowled, covering herself with her wing in shock.
“Looks like she’s had a change of heart. Fez, use Dark Pulse. Let’s get out of here.”