The Grimer lay still and quiet among the pile of garbage. Perhaps one might worry that he was hurt, smothered in the trash bag for too long. But it soon became apparent, from gurgling snores, that the child just conked out after a big meal.

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The other Grimer spent a few seconds staring in disbelief at the comforting vine. Then she began to tear up again. She wrapped her slimy body around Ivysaur's vine, nearly engulfing it as she cried softly.