Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180911005615/@comment-27344811-20180920154905

Reize waves his hand inside. "Oh, wow! Wait, wait, you think we could fit Mole Knight in here and use him as a cannonball?"

"I'm... Mole Knight. I am also referred to as an "underlying problem" and the Claws of Fate!" Mole Knight spreads his claws.
 * "Ah, they call you Mole Knight cus the digging?"

"yes, and- OH NO I FORGOT" Mole Knight scrambles to the hole he popped out of. "GUYS GUYS GUYS ARE YOU IN HERE GUYS" A mole pokes his head out of the hole. "NOOOO YOU GUYS WERE DRAGGED HERE WITH ME"
 * "....What?"

Mole Knight whistles, and a bunch of moles exit the hole. Like, a LOT of moles.
 * "You have an army... of moles?"

"Yes."
 * "Huh. Neat."

- The sound of the thrusters has attracted the Snarbolax, who burrows through the ground towards them. Heralded by the line of black spines that keep moving forward, it jumps out in a ball and uncurls.

It starts smelling the air. - "Or- or- if we think like actual human beings, dat guy was just sorta knocked around, right? Head's probably killing him. Maybe, I dunno..." Guzmma shrugs and holds it. "Maaaaaaaybe he can't hear me over his head poundin?"

Vikavolt clicks in agreement. Golisopod growls. "Hey, you givin me sass?"
 * Another growl.

"What, you want me to stop being obnoxious or somethin? Guess what, buddy- that ain't how Guzma rolls!"

Vikavolt starts digging a hole in the ground.