I sat in the arena, idly munching on a peanutbutter sandwich amid the stink clouds.The scent bothered me way less than before; what's more, the adorable roserade I beat had apparently been a 'champion'.I had gotten special documents from management--I was gunna get better lodgings! And I had a cute slave for a week! Titus was so adorbs.
I had also felt myself growing smellier. Perhaps it was some sort of power associated with being a champ, or just my sluggy body absorbing the passive stink of this place. Either way, even I needed some time to acclimate to my new, super-ultra-terrible stoink! I kind of pity whoever walks through the door to fight me next...
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