A pudgy Swoobat stands towards the opposite end of the arena, tightening the belt around his waist. The belt is adorned with some small pots of strange items. He stretches as he yawns, seeing the Mudkip enter the arena. "Oh, hey, you must be Mags. How's it hangin'?" He asks, clearly not worried about the match at all. "Is this your first time, too?"
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