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[Squalo explores Saffron City only as much as he feels he needs to before flopping down on a bench gracelessly to get down to business. His Horsea rather cheerfully follows him around, blowing air at his hair now and then.]

[And then comes the video feed, just as noisy as his first one...]

HEEEEEY, YOU SHITTY BOSS! I'M HEEEERE, SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

[the feed blips on to a very put-out looking horsea in the grip of a very put-out looking Italian man with ink all over his face. You know that stereotype about Italians talking with their hands? This one bitches with his hands. That poor horsea going this way and that as the man flails and yells at the screen.]

[Very. Loudly.]

VOOOOOIIIIII! I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING, YOU STUPID FUCKS! SOMEONE BETTER TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK I AM AND WHY THE FUCK MY BOX WEAPON HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH THIS STUP-- GODFUCKINGDAMMIIIIIIIT!!

Horsea!

[Yep. Inked again.]