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[talkyourwayout]

Why is that every time I think my life can't get any weirder, it does? I need to stop even thinking that I've hit the limit on that. I mean, I finally start getting a handle on the exhausting danger of treasure hunting, and now I look weird and have a cat that likes to fight things!

For the record, that's totally not the appeal of cats. Cats are great because they're indifferent and lazy. Shilling is not either of those things!

But fine, if there's one thing I've learned over the last couple of years, it's how to roll with the craziest punches. So let me introduce myself: I'm Louie Duck, and my cat - I'm sorry, my Alolan Meowth - is Shilling. We're heading out from New Bark Town.

This is going to be a lot of walking, isn't it?

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[questioneverything]

Not a duck anymore? What do you mean?

[talkyourwayout]

I mean that I used to be a duck, and now I'm whatever this is? A human, apparently.

[questioneverything]

Ah, yes. They call themselves humans.
But, I did understand that part. I was more curious about the other part.
What is a "duck"?

[talkyourwayout]

Oh! Okay. A duck is uh

Well there's ducks like me who talk and wear clothes, and are people, and then there's ducks that just swim and quack. They're both birds, though, technically. Water fowl.

[questioneverything]

So, like... a ducklett? [That's her closest experience that she can think of that isn't specifically Altean, and something tells her that Louie here isn't going to know what an Altean duflax is.]