Bloodshed over Food (Bonus chapter for cumulative 10,000 in tips, 2/6)

"Slow—"

Slowpoke yawned unconsciously, then shook the Squirtle-shaped watering can on its tail. Finding it empty, it ambled farther into the garden.

As it walked, it kept swaying its little tail, apparently a habit left over from fishing for Shellder.

Dian followed with a strange look on his face, not bothering to hide his presence. As far as this Slowpoke was concerned, he was probably on the same level as air anyway.

Carrying the empty watering can, Slowpoke reached the garden's water tap. "Slow."

It called to a blue Quagsire lying lazily on the ground.

"Quag."

Quagsire swished its large tail, slowly sat up, and began staring at Slowpoke, which was holding the watering can.

"Slow~"

"Quag~"

The two dimwits stared at each other with wide eyes and open mouths, then suddenly went completely still.

Dian watched the pair, rather speechless. He had no idea what they were doing. Perhaps mere mortals simply couldn't understand the world of the gods of dopiness.

He waited a while, but neither Slowpoke nor Quagsire moved. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. "Quagsire?"

Yet Quagsire remained in exactly the same position, without the slightest change.

Dian studied them, and his expression suddenly turned odd. He glanced at the watering can in Slowpoke's grasp, and an idea came to him.

Could it be? Could it really be?! Were these two dimwits competing to see who moved first? Whoever moved lost and had to water the flowers with a full can?

Reality soon proved him wrong. Their game was even stranger than that.

Two little black clouds suddenly appeared above Slowpoke and Quagsire. Streams of raindrops began falling, specifically targeting each other's ears, eyes, and noses.

Dian was stunned. *There was even an advanced version of this game? Both gods of dopiness had started cheating at