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Fry decided to wandered over to where the skeleton was flipping extreme tasty smelling disks. Maybe he could get one, and think about who might be in a Bad Pack.

Fry wrinkled his nose and grunted. He could certainly try. Perhaps he could figure out something... Fry thinks this is crazy. He wonders if maybe someone was able to switch something during the night and trick someone?

Fry considered this a moment. What if all three were true? Two bad guy Packs and and One secret Bad Guy? Or as some liked to called it he supposed.... what was it? Two mafia and One serial killer?

Ah, this Tailless had good taste. He sniffed her hand, then brushed his head against it. What a nice human. His attention shifted back to the Cat Being. They had a point. There might very well be two packs of Bad Ones. But he had another thought. Could there be a loner Bad One and and a group...

Fry opened his mouth in a silent hiss at the strange cat that appeared. She walked liked a Tailless but smelled of cat. And he wasn't sure he liked cats. Some of them were mean. But at least she seemed mad at the Bad Ones. Maybe she was trustworthy.

Fry ambled over to the newcomer, sniffing carefully. If that other weird lady was right then not everyone here was trustworthy. Still, she had a nice voice and seemed nice.

The possum hissed. The audacity! Fry seemed to believe Mademoiselle's claims, at least for now.

Fry grunts at the new girl. He doesn't remember seeing her yesterday. But she's vouching for her friend. Steven? That other... what were they called. ... Humans. Right, that other human. That was good. Although he wasn't sure if it was a good idea for everyone to tell who their partner was. he...

A single possum, known to some as French Fry, wandered down the main street.

Koa's heart thundered in his ears, drowning out the roar of the crowd. He swayed slightly as the rush of Giratina's reverse effects washed over him, and shook it off. Focus! I can win this! I can show everyone how strong I am! He was so close, he could almost taste victory. With a defiant...

Koa shot Starr a grateful look. Already he could feel his strength returning. Time to dig in weaken Giratina. Baring his teeth, he let out a feral snarl charged with blacklight. Tear her down. "Hah! Some creation dragon. I've fought way scarier." He bit his tongue before he could say more...

Koa shifted into a battle stance, electricity mixing with blacklight as he charged up his powers. "I've won't let you down, Brisa! Hit her where it counts!" he called, his voice reverberating with power.

"Yeah, it is" Koa murmured, sweeping his gaze around the colosseum before staring at the imposing form of Giratina. He'd spoken to Giratina, gone to the distortion world, fought legendaries but this... this wasn't quite how he'd pictured things. "It's different." Why was he here? He stared up...

mayonnaise. how awful. But almost any food was good food (excluding mayo).

Possum was very good at naming things he decided. Onward Guzma. For food!

Yes. This was a good one. He didn't know where exactly this being was headed but... he looked quite possum-like enough. What to call him though... Sure he was one of the tailless beings but this one was cool, so he needed a name.... The white fur on his head reminded him of something. A...

Oh! oh pets!! He closed his eyes slightly with delight as he was scratched behind the ears. Yes, what an excellent town indeed. He let out a faint chirp and leaned into the touch, opening his jaws slightly. Yes, he was glad he'd come. He reached out started to climb the tailess ones legs...

A large metal possum rolled into town, carrying beings who were doing lots of shouting and loud noise involved. The tailless one who stepped out though was very interesting. He had no tail but he had white fur on his head and dark fur, and a dark look in his eyes, and that black outer fur...

Oh! The possum gods had smiled upon him, for he spotted a dumpster overflowing with food. Clearly no one else was eating it. Once he'd has his fill, the possum trotted back to the main street where most of the beings were wandering around. Lots of the furless things with no tails and thumbs...

The possum wandered out as more beings appeared. He trotted around, snuffling the ground. No food yet. He looked around. So many weird beings. One looked like the wet furry things he saw in rivers sometimes but with very blue fur. How odd.