[The Growlithe yips, hunkering down on her stubby little legs, while the boys take it upon themselves to push their trainer around, and otherwise roughhouse with the big old 'bot.]
[Napalm rolls her eyes, lowering her head next to the puppy, who leans on her.]
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[Napalm rolls her eyes, lowering her head next to the puppy, who leans on her.]