[Guzma's face pales in a matter of seconds, his irritation being replaced by a very obvious and plain to see dread. He glances first at Mickey, then around, as if expecting one or more of the horrible Ultra Beasts to appear as if from no where. He swallows down the lump in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut with a shake of his head. No, no...he must have misheard. He must have. It's just a mistake.
It has to be.]
Wha...th-that-- [He breathes in again, frowning. His go-to emotion, when he wants to smother everything else. Anger, frustration, irritation.] That ain't funny, Mick.
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It has to be.]
Wha...th-that-- [He breathes in again, frowning. His go-to emotion, when he wants to smother everything else. Anger, frustration, irritation.] That ain't funny, Mick.