An ominous disaster was looming over Hoenn's shoulder. Poisonous gas filled the air, toxic sludge clogged the sewers, dangerous chemicals corrupted the ground. There was only one certainty for the future: the rich would get richer while the poor got poorer. That was how most natural (and unnatural) disasters went. With the whisperings of an impending war running rampant through the streets, the rich took advantage of the fear and uncertainty.

Gigi belonged to neither category. She faired well but wasn't amongst the elite. However, she wasn't the complete opposite of the company in charge of this demonstration. She was actively receiving donations, subscriptions, and what not for her live streams of the ongoing events. To call them scumbags would make her a hypocrite. 

Scrub, as per usual, looked confused - a dumb look plastered on his face that couldn't help but make one smile. Like a child, he required instructions and reassurance. Bitterly, Gigi wished to go back to the days of stupid, blind innocence. Unfortunately, not all dreams could come true. "Alright, buddy, just as we practiced."

The literal bag of trash was supposed to spew out his corroding junk and trash onto the nearest dummy. However, that wasn't what happened. Rather, Scrub hosed a dummy down with an acidic spray. The toxin wasted no time infecting the dummy, its corrosive properties causing the fabric of to begin melting like a lit candle. 

Honestly, the whole "toxic melting this dummies face into an unrecognizable monstrosity" probably was the best route to take if Gigi was actively trying her best to sell this insurance. Judging by their pale, horror-stricken faces and gasps, the audience felt the same. With a shrug, Gigi called Scrub back to her side. She was nearly knocked out by the Trubbish's terrible stench but half a bottle of Febreze was enough to take the potent edge off. 

Unlike maverick noah ryder , Gigi was not stressed about the destruction of the company's property. This was what they were intended to do. If they wanted to argue otherwise then let them do it. They would crash and burn if they did so. Their demonstration was going to earn the company many new applicants. In the long run, one or two or ten dummies didn't matter. 

A playful smile spread across her face as she nudged Maverick. "Pfft. Did you get hit by the poison? You're looking rather unwell yourself." she teased. "Don't worry about your wallet. If anything, we should be asking the company for more payment considering how beautiful are execution has been."

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The Slowbro was honestly not sure what they were doing here. Their wide eyes slowly examined the area around them, watching various poison-type moves be flung around at these targets. What were they trying to accomplish again? It paused in confusion, slowly wandering back and forth.

Eventually, it finally clicked. Perhaps it was the people talking around them, or the irreparable damage done to the dummies, but it finally clicked. They were working! That was what made the most sense to them. Unfortunately, they didn't feel too much like working right now, they just felt like slacking off...

Suddenly, the Shellder on their hand bit down and Slowbro almost literally leaped into action as the jolt stimulated its nervous system. With an incredible speed from its ability QUICK DRAW, the Slowbro suddenly flung itself towards the dummy. With a quick usage of SHELL SIDE ARM, the Slowbro would slam its arm into the dummy with impressive might, the poison leaking from the Shellder quickly beginning to dissolve the dummy.

And just as quick as it happened, the Slowbro paused and looked confused at its surroundings. Were they done? Could they take a nap now?


Notes: On my phone, and too lazy to try coding my template atm.