Anything, you say? [ Hmm. He files that away for later. ] Oh, very well.
[ Valmont and the Snivy stare each other down while Skull flails in the background. Each is dead-set on one thing: they are not touching that Trubbish.
Finally, though, the Snivy looks away, growling resignedly. He probably should do what his trainer wants, even if what his trainer wants is stupid. With a sigh, he extends two long vines, which wrap around the Trubbish's arm and try to pry it away from poor Skull.
Now that he knows he's not expected to do anything, Valmont sits back and watches this with a measure of amusement. ] Do pull a little harder, won't you? That trash bag seems to have a rather tight grip.
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[ Valmont and the Snivy stare each other down while Skull flails in the background. Each is dead-set on one thing: they are not touching that Trubbish.
Finally, though, the Snivy looks away, growling resignedly. He probably should do what his trainer wants, even if what his trainer wants is stupid. With a sigh, he extends two long vines, which wrap around the Trubbish's arm and try to pry it away from poor Skull.
Now that he knows he's not expected to do anything, Valmont sits back and watches this with a measure of amusement. ] Do pull a little harder, won't you? That trash bag seems to have a rather tight grip.