Pidgeotto & Slowpoke

Two creatures, completely opposite from one another, strike up a friendly conversation.

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"Well, hello! Doesn't it just exonerate your senses to be out in such wonderful weather?"

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"Ah, yes. My wings are out and about. I can hardly control them! They just do as they please. I'm sure it's quite similar for your tail, then, eh?"

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"Come now, Slowpoke! Don't make it seem as if I'm a zubatty who speaks amongst himself! How have the pastures been treating you?"

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"My, my. I know you have a tendency to be somewhat delayed, but this is just preposterous! You truly live up to your name, hoho!"

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"That is the issue with you, Slowpoke. You are just far. Too. Slow."

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"Hmmm. I wonder if there's anything I can do to change that? Slowpoke, would you mind if I picked at your noggin for a moment?"

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"Marvelous. I knew you wouldn't oppose. Now then, let's see what I can find in that head of yours."

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"Ah, you'll need more than a potion for that wound, hoho! Ah, my beak has gotten dirty. Nevertheless."

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"W-what is this? Where's your brain, Slowpoke? All I see are widgets and doo-dads! Oh, goodness. I'll be needing Flash if I want to tread any deeper into this cave."

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"I have Keen Eye, after all. This shouldn't be much of a problem. Oh, how I wish I had opposable thumbs! This would make my investigation much easier. I'm sure you'd same the same. Lest you desire your tail to be chomped off by those pesky Shellders! Hoho! A good rod would be much more suitable."

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"Slowpoke... this is genuinely astounding. I can't seem to find anything in here. Do you truly possess no storage of information? No brain stem to speak of?"

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"I... I can't think of what to say. This is absolutely absurd. An inconceivable conundrum! An impossibility wrapped in pink skin tighter than an Ekans' grip."

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"Slowpoke... how do you even function?"

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"I-I suppose that... there is such a thing as knowing too much. Here, Slowpoke. Allow me to clean up the mess I've made. I couldn't do anything to fix your lethargy... regrettable, yes."

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"There. Good as new. Or perhaps I should say you're refurbished?"

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"Ehehe, right. Well... I'll be off, then. Try not to harm yourself. I'm sure... mmm. Nevermind. Good tidings, Slowpoke."

 



".................Slowpoke?"

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