“I’ll help you, but you gotta earn my help first...” she said.
“Earn your help?” you asked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, taking care of a tiny little human is gonna be hard work,” Weavile replied. “I’ve got my paws full just taking care of myself. I ain’t gonna help you unless you can gimme something in return. So, got any ideas?”
You gulped and tried to think of a reply. It was hard, considering you were distracted and stressed out by a lot of things. You’d been inexplicably shrunken to a tiny size, and were now sitting on the palm of a massive and dangerous predatory Pokemon, far above the ground, mere inches away from her vicious claws, and not too far away from her fang-filled mouth... and her big red eyes were staring at you as the wild Pokemon waited impatiently.
“C’mon, I ain’t got all night,” she chided. “Gimme an answer before I get bored and leave you behind.”
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