[Congratulations, Winston! You have one(1) whole Galar Meowth attached to you! Her forepaws wrap around his arm, and the creature yowls as she starts to rabbit-kick at his wrist.
Venkman watches this happen from his vantage point on the floor- still vaguely hungover, barely awake, and deeply confused.]
Where'd that thing even come from?
[Once he has a moment to comprehend the fact that his partner is currently under attack, Venkman lends a hand. He grips the Meowth by the scruff just before she can bite down. The cat stiffens, her grip relaxing just enough for Venkman to safely extract her. The Meowth howls indignantly, beginning to pinwheel her limbs in an attempt to lash out at anyone or anything within reach.]
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Venkman watches this happen from his vantage point on the floor- still vaguely hungover, barely awake, and deeply confused.]
Where'd that thing even come from?
[Once he has a moment to comprehend the fact that his partner is currently under attack, Venkman lends a hand. He grips the Meowth by the scruff just before she can bite down. The cat stiffens, her grip relaxing just enough for Venkman to safely extract her. The Meowth howls indignantly, beginning to pinwheel her limbs in an attempt to lash out at anyone or anything within reach.]