"Buddy, trust me. We've got to go in!"
"Hold on, I'm getting nervous. There are too many of them. If each one plucks a single feather from us, we won't survive!"
"I'm just saying, the Secret Realm is open now. Why don't we run first?"
"You're right. Let's retreat. We've been in this Secret Realm long enough and done everything we came to do. Xu Mu can't blame us, can he?"
The Six Legendary Birds broke into a heated, squawking debate.
Slaking said nothing, his brow tightly furrowed.
When their brains of the operation stayed silent, Moltres panicked.
"Buddy, say something! We're all listening to you."
Galarian Moltres hurried to chime in.
"Yeah, yeah! We'll do whatever you say!"
Slaking shook his head helplessly.
"Rrrgh!"
[I'm not keeping quiet on purpose. What could I say that would help in a situation like this?]
[Let me think. You guys keep talking.]
Slaking scratched his cheek, at a loss for words.
If there had been a million enemies, maybe they could have managed. But five million? Who the hell could withstand that?
"Then what do we do? If you don't know either, we can't just run away, can we?"
"No way. Wouldn't Xu Mu stew us when we got back?"
"Frog's had his eye on my body for ages... Ugh."
Articuno wrapped his wings around himself and shuddered in refusal.
He would rather die than let Frog eat him!
A toad dreaming of swan meat? Keep dreaming!
"Uh... Is Frog really what we should be talking about right now? Shouldn't we figure out what to do?"
Galarian Zapdos realized the conversation had gone off track and hurried to correct it.
With all six stupid birds looking at him expectantly, Slaking felt the pressure mounting.
Dragonite, where are you? I miss you!
"Rrrgh!"