"Hurry, hurry, hurry! There are only two Pokéblocks left." Lin Lin smiled, resting her pen against her cheek. "If you don't eat them now, they'll be gone."
Her manner had more than a hint of the King of Hell calling the roll.
Refusal was written all over the Pokémon's faces. None of them would go join Brother Monkey.
Can't you see Brother Monkey's already foaming at the mouth?!
You call these things Pokéblocks?!
I'll report you for Pokémon abuse, hey!
After a brief stalemate, only the honest, simplehearted Lairon stepped forward in the end. Lairon sighed helplessly. With a stomach made of iron, there was nothing to fear from a single Pokéblock, even a poisonous one. After all, Lairon was a Steel-type Pokémon.
A little suffering it is, then. At least the others won't have to eat this stuff.
"Oh? Lairon, you want one?" Lin Lin's eyes curved happily into crescents. "Come on, come on. You can have the big one."
Cheng Tian looked at Lairon worriedly. "Are you really going to be okay?"
"Lai!" Lairon nodded resolutely, then opened up and ate it outright.
All the Pokémon watched, beginning to worry about Lairon's condition. Lairon swallowed with head lowered, stayed silent for five minutes, then stopped moving.
"How is it?" Lin Lin watched Lairon expectantly, hoping for a satisfactory review, but Lairon didn't make a sound.
A moment later, Lairon's head tipped sideways, and Lairon fell into a deep sleep...
Cheng Tian: !!!
Cheng Tian hurriedly asked Rotom, "Rotom, didn't you say Steel-type Pokémon are immune to Poison-type attacks?! Lairon hasn't passed away, right?"
"Rotom." Rotom stared in horror at the remaining gray-black Pokéblock in the bowl. "Rotom, according to my analysis, it most likely produced some kind of mental toxin, which is why even Lairon went down, Rotom!"