Bulba surely must have known this was coming. For behind that door lay a cunning ambush. There was even that familiar skittery-scratchy sound of a very excited Skulltula trying to climb the door. That smell was a very familiar one, after all, and even with a door in the way, it was more noticeable than ever now that Bulba was a fully-bloomed Venusaur.

The moment the door opened even a crack, the deadly trap was already sprung. Lo and behold, a two-pronged assault: overearger huggy spider from below, giant gross dargon slurps from above. Truly an inescapable ferocious birthday assault from two fearsome and terrible monsterbeasts. Oh no.

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