[So around this time last year Brunch got sick! One might think that'd mean he'd be better-prepared this year. He'd wash his hands more often, he'd be careful about keeping his room clean.
And he'd had every intention of doing that, until his Pokémon egg
hatched. And then nothing much mattered anymore but keeping his baby under control.
So here is Brunch, eating an enormous bowl of chicken noodle soup in a restaurant and looking like he's about to faceplant into it. He's spooning the chicken out and dropping it next to him for a little fuzzy orange rascal to devour, but even so it keeps trying to stick its muzzle in his lunch.]
...f'r the last time, I'm giving you food. Wha' more you want....?
[And he rests his head on the table. Meanwhile: slurp, slurp, slurp.]