The little Grimer looked sad as the Golduck backed away. She was already tired out from crying and didn't have any tears left. So she just slumped into an even slushier pile of goo.

The other Grimer quickly picked up the scent of garbage and smiled his toothless grin. He attempted to catch a ride on an unsuspecting flying type, but it squawked and flew away the instant his goopy hand touched its talon. The Grimer grumbled and started crawling toward the delicious stench the slow way.