"Corn dogs, yes!" Howard's eyes sparkled and he pumped a fist. "They're deliciously tasty. If I discovered something half as good as corndogs, I would die happy."

That wasn't an understatement. The Funtasia had several different types of corndogs available for purchase. Unovan-style, Alolan-style, even a deep-fried version that Howard was confident would put both him and Shalin into a coma for a week. That one couldn't even be considered food, more so a concealed weapon.

Man, Howard would stock his fridge with frozen corndogs if he could afford a microwave.

"I'll meet you there, Shalin." Howard's brow furrowed as he turned around towards the vendor, who was now talking to a few carnival staff members. "I suspect that they're about to throw me out for some alleged crime. Fun police, I swear. I'll need to make like a Nanab Berry and give 'em the split."

With that, Howard took off in a surprisingly impressive sprint through the stalls. He gave Shalin a small salute. "Save me a spot!" With that, he was gone, with three staff members chasing him.

Eh, he'd be alright.

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