The clone marches down the path. He stomps his feet into the dirt, not in a leisure one. He isn't having a good time, in fact he resents the very fact he's still on this trail. His food, and other unnecessary things for repliods are going to go to waste. Yet he keeps them until he knows they are no good anymore. He releases his Sneasel when he
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