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[Morty is sitting against a tree, his Gengar on his lap as they share an orange. Leaving the Pokémon to chew the skin he eats the last bite of the fruit and looks up into the branches of the tree.]
[Wait. Those are the branches of a nice island tree. Or a Tropius. Not something that would be near the tower like he'd been resting under. It was also light out, not the middle of the night like it had been just a few moments ago.]
[He pets Gengar's head idly and just sits, trying to access the situation.]
[Wait. Those are the branches of a nice island tree. Or a Tropius. Not something that would be near the tower like he'd been resting under. It was also light out, not the middle of the night like it had been just a few moments ago.]
[He pets Gengar's head idly and just sits, trying to access the situation.]