[Hong Kong is sitting on a ledge somewhere. Growlithe is laying next to his leg, curled up in a sunray, and on his lap is a giant...flopping...Magikarp.]

My Growlithe caught a fish for me.


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[He's smoking. Before you standing Hong Kong, smoking hot...because his sleeve is on fire.]

Diu shit, fucking--

[He's flapping his sleeve against the grass and Growlithe is there. It gives a yip and rolls over like its master before is just kinda settles down and chills in the shade.]

Are these things supposed to breathe fire?