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[The feed opens with a close shot of a very red snout sniffing the Grumpearl, accompanied by warm, curious thoughts.
Judging by his wooden surroundings, he's somewhere among the Cheri Berries.
When he pulls back, he reveals himself as... a Charmeleon, with three spiky scales on each of his cheeks and a big, goofy smile.]
Hmm.
[Guilmon taps the pearl with one of his claws.]
It's shiny... Oh! But Guilmon's supposed to talk. Or think? ...Think about talking? Wah...
[He tilts his head, trying to figure out what to say.
An image of a Fuecoco flicker through the feed.]
Guilmon isn't small anymore. I think I evolved... That's okay, though. Guilmon's evolved lots of times, and now Guilmon has longer arms and legs and is almost Guilmon-shaped.
[And by Guilmon-shaped, he means... well, a a bipedal red dinosaur with black markings, a white belly, and wing-like ears.
The image accompanying his thoughts starts eating bread. Mountains of bread.]
But now Guilmon's tail is on fire... There's lots of wood here. That seems dangerous, but Ribombee said it's okay for Guilmon to be here. Maybe I can use it to make bread.
[He turns around and looks at his tail.]
Oh! But Guilmon will also work hard! Those quests look important, and there's lots of weird mushrooms now. Maybe Guilmon can burn those, too...
Judging by his wooden surroundings, he's somewhere among the Cheri Berries.
When he pulls back, he reveals himself as... a Charmeleon, with three spiky scales on each of his cheeks and a big, goofy smile.]
Hmm.
[Guilmon taps the pearl with one of his claws.]
It's shiny... Oh! But Guilmon's supposed to talk. Or think? ...Think about talking? Wah...
[He tilts his head, trying to figure out what to say.
An image of a Fuecoco flicker through the feed.]
Guilmon isn't small anymore. I think I evolved... That's okay, though. Guilmon's evolved lots of times, and now Guilmon has longer arms and legs and is almost Guilmon-shaped.
[And by Guilmon-shaped, he means... well, a a bipedal red dinosaur with black markings, a white belly, and wing-like ears.
The image accompanying his thoughts starts eating bread. Mountains of bread.]
But now Guilmon's tail is on fire... There's lots of wood here. That seems dangerous, but Ribombee said it's okay for Guilmon to be here. Maybe I can use it to make bread.
[He turns around and looks at his tail.]
Oh! But Guilmon will also work hard! Those quests look important, and there's lots of weird mushrooms now. Maybe Guilmon can burn those, too...
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[It must be like being a Player, she figures. Technically, residents of the UG didn't have to eat (it wasn't as if they could starve when they were already dead, after all), but they could still get hungry and grab a bite to eat for extra energy (and fun) after fights with the Noise and each other.]
Ever had avocado toast?
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[Hmmm... Avocado. HMMM...]
I don't think so.
[What a mysterious kind of toast...]
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[In the meantime, she can at least treat him to a mental image of a slice.]
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[He's had other things, but bread is so good, he's not too picky with it.]
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[She has to admit that, despite the tragic loss of some of her personal favorite treats.]
You have a favorite kind of bread?
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[An image of majestic bread, shaped like Guilmon's head, spins around in his mind, accompanied by angelic light and... a choir?
Yes.]
It's bread shaped like Guilmon's head, and it's super tasty!
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You must be a pretty big deal to have your very own kind of bread.
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[Behold, a cute little plate, lovingly presented with greens and cute sides.]