[Ralph leads the way to one of those long benches. He sits down on it and the whole thing tips upwards ever so slightly. He's used to his tray sliding away from him so he hangs onto it in a practiced motion.]
Yup. People, Pokemon, everyone. Sort of a...secret club of evildoers or somethi'n like that.
[He occupies his mouth with a spoonful of food to try and forget about the ice machine.]
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Yup. People, Pokemon, everyone. Sort of a...secret club of evildoers or somethi'n like that.
[He occupies his mouth with a spoonful of food to try and forget about the ice machine.]