(Ooc: Hee, hee, Slaking can. No children for Zubat!)
Slaking snapped to attention, Truant having done it's job. He got up, and Bane followed.
"Now, boys! Do what I told you, but throw Bane in air at Zubat!" Phobe commanded.
A loud grunt was an affirmation of what Phobe said.
"SLAAAKING!" the...