I raise an eyebrow. Mortal? What the heck are you talking about? "Hmph, I don't know who you've been talking to, but I assure you that I'm more than just 'pretty tough'. Now why don't you get out of here before this 'mortal' has his pokemon spit roast you while you sniff one of his shoes?" I toss out Fahrenheit just to prove a point as her nasty paw stink immediately floods the air.
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