A few minutes later, the male Grimer panted as he reached the trash bag. Pokemon were usually born with some independent mobility right out of the egg. But even so, that was by far the longest and most tiring journey the poison type had ever taken in his short life. The reward at the end of the race was worth it, though. The Grimer began shoveling garbage into his gaping maw, barely bothering to chew, much less question what he was eating.

The other Grimer twin was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she was hiding somewhere.