“Hey… hey li’l bobcat?” Paul yawned as he began to ask the meowth a question. “Could you, uh… could you fill in for Rocky, man?” Paul was clearly unsure about what the meowth’s reply would be, especially after it had tried so hard to evade the purugly upon their first meeting. He then began to bite his wrist and smack himself in the face to keep himself from nodding off completely. It then dawned onto him that if he regained some strength he could maybe get up onto his feet and take on the purugly himself, though the drowsiness and fear of being crushed prevented him from doing so. Rats.
It seemed that all he could do was look down upon the cat in his lap and mumble orders to his fast-asleep acorn. If the meowth decided not to help, he would find himself to be in quite the pickle.