Alain let out a loud squeak when he saw the look on the Groudon avatar's face, and took several steps back, tripping on a box and landing on his rear. H gasped for breath, then paused, feeling the soothe bell in his hand. Taking a few deep breaths and slowly getting up, he looked at the Groudon avatar again, and took a few steps closer. 

"Well..." he began, trying to ignore his fright from earlier and wiping away the tears in his eyes. "At...er...well..."

He swallowed, and said the first thing that came into his head.

"Well...um...i dont think all of them are bad...some seemed kind of nice. I think the porygon-z thing was an accident. I mean, i dont think it meant to ruin your food. Not to...well, you have more food right there. A...and, i think you could just ask for more from the kitchens...I mean, if you want any more! That is what you were annoyed about, wasnt it? Oh, am i wrong? Im really sorry if im wrong..."

He stopped talking for a moment, and walked a few metres to a dumpster. 

The avatar of death and destruction then proceeded to throw up in it.