When the fat purple blob of poison splashes her in the face, Grubbin lets go and squeaks in protest. Maurice, to his surprise, found himself also making a noise of protest. He never thought he'd feel sorry for a bug but she was only a little baby! When her red face deepens to a queasy purple, Maurice balls his hands into fists.
"Grubbin, Vice grip! SHAKE IT AROUND!"
Grubbin hiccups but turns to look back at her trainer again. He wanted her to grab that yucky thing again? She did kind of want to give it a good hard pinch but...she felt so bad now!
"Please, Grubbin! You can do it!"
Trainer had never talked to her like that. Grubbin whips back around and narrows her little eyes. With that blessed 100% accuracy that Vice Grip granted her, she grabbs hold of one of Pickpocket's precious baubles and starts shaking her like a dog shakes an old shoe.
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"Grubbin, Vice grip! SHAKE IT AROUND!"
Grubbin hiccups but turns to look back at her trainer again. He wanted her to grab that yucky thing again? She did kind of want to give it a good hard pinch but...she felt so bad now!
"Please, Grubbin! You can do it!"
Trainer had never talked to her like that. Grubbin whips back around and narrows her little eyes. With that blessed 100% accuracy that Vice Grip granted her, she grabbs hold of one of Pickpocket's precious baubles and starts shaking her like a dog shakes an old shoe.