[Guzma hangs his head, shaking it with a deep, resigned sigh. Why did he think this god would be knowledgeable about creatures in his home world? Why did he think they were like the Storyteller in that regard? He had hoped, maybe, for something closer to home, perhaps. Something that can be considered a little part of Alola, brought back to him.]
And I ain't knocking nothing, dog, calm down! Jus' saying...would be nice to not have to wrestle one'a them things to get milk...again. [He pouts, rubbing at his chest idly, the ghost ache still there.]
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[Guzma hangs his head, shaking it with a deep, resigned sigh. Why did he think this god would be knowledgeable about creatures in his home world? Why did he think they were like the Storyteller in that regard? He had hoped, maybe, for something closer to home, perhaps. Something that can be considered a little part of Alola, brought back to him.]
And I ain't knocking nothing, dog, calm down! Jus' saying...would be nice to not have to wrestle one'a them things to get milk...again. [He pouts, rubbing at his chest idly, the ghost ache still there.]