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You take a deep breath, but that isn't enough to deal with the putrid gas. You're forced to hold your nose and close your eyes, because it's just so horrible. You stumble over a rock and bump into a wall, but thankfully you get away from that gaseous tortoise. Having a breather, a Numel prods your foot with its stubby little leg. It looks up at you with a rather tired expression, but then again most Numel's do have that face most of the time. =P A Bulbasaur also comes up to you and sits beside Numel. The continue to breath heavily as they both sit watching you. What do you want to do?