— <Well...> — blushes, drops head — <I'm feeling weak. I have been, uh... stressed... and the heat is physically stressing me more. Look!
Maekrite rubs his side against the sand, leaving a small imprint coated in a glueish, purpleish, slightly translucid coat.
— <Ack! Poison!
> — digs up and runs away.
Meanwhile, the Trapinch turns his back to Woolly and walks away.
— <We don't really know. Apparently they store their [round-footed Lairon
] and food there. And they say something about kicking someone's butter.>
— <Hmmm... Aqua?>
-blinks — <No! No Aqua! We dislike anything that brings rain here! Like that thing!> — points a paw at Lake.