Breen stumbles about briefly, shaking his head. Funny, I didn't realize he was part Spinda. You'd believe that due to the fact his head's spinning so much. Not much in the line of thought runs through his head, and almost for the first time ever - nothing's coming out of his mouth. [i]Geez, Breen, don't use your head much anymore...[/i] He looks about the house; everyone's staring at him. Great. [i]Salespokemon? What are they on about - hey! Work with it! Maybe you can get something out of them.[/i] Still nothing out of his mouth as he just stares blankly at each of them, the lot returning the same looking face.

[i]Geez, Breen, just go with it, say something! Break the ice! Then make like a tree and get outta here! Maybe they're foreign and don't understand English...Eevietnamese? You've studied a bit of that, try that...[/i] "Uh...uh..." Thinking. Language barrier processing. "WHATAF 3HIN TIME?" [i]Right on, Breen! You got it![/i]

The vacant expressions on everyone's faces snaps Breen back into motion. "Shit. Uh. Sorry 'bout that! Breen! Breen Torrents, here! And uh..." He rummages through the stolen messenger bag, tossing them up in the air and juggling them as he makes his way in. "Can I interest you in any of these here items? We got a uh... Apple! And a uh.... 'nother apple! And, uh... this stupid jewel thingy, probably don't interest any of you guys...and oh! My favorite is this hat that says 'Sattle Seadras Super Bowl Champions XVI', pretty funny if you ask me - N'england Patrats won fair 'n square..."