I don't know. Please stop shouting.
I am one, and it is pretty rad.
-The Scolipede manages to flip itself over, and she carefully adjusts its scarf before returning it to its Pokeball and turning her attention to a fancy-looking plastic bag lying in the rubble-
-Picks it up and brushes it off, heaving a sigh of relief- Anyone want a pastry? I've got lots.
Want a pastry?
Where are you from?
edited 29th Jun '16 11:35:43 PM by WonderSquid
-Gracia is drawn by the sounds of distress, blocking her ears-
Cloud! Stop yelling a—
-Notices that there's two of them-
Both of you stop!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-That shuts him up-
-Or maybe it was being pistolwhipped-
-It was probably being pistolwhipped, honestly-
-He's still in a state of mild panic though-
-Closes one set of eyes and very carefully gets to his feet with the other one-
What do I do?
Well, I guess if there's aliens... so, pastry? -Removes a large box from the bag and opens it to reveal a wide selection of flaky-looking, elegantly decorated baked goods-

...Is no one going to explain what is going on here? Am I the only one who does not understand what has just happened? I have waited at least two minutes, and I think I'm due some answers.