“Alright. Alright!” Guzma swatted away a cobweb as he scrambled back down the stairs, Golisopod in tow. “We’re gonna find Cyrus, and then we’re gonna get the fuck outta here.”
Searching the first floor seemed like the best starting point; Guzma had only spotted one door while they were down there. Easy to knock out. Or, at least, it would be, if the door didn’t lead to a dining room the length of a street back in Po Town.
“The hell…?” The Alolan found himself muttering as he looked around, Golisopod giving a low gwoor of agreement. Who the fuck needed a dining room this big? Not even Aether went to this extent. “They host a whole town in here or somethin’?”
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