Thirty-one
Crumbs are Messy
Finally, after four chapters of waiting in agony for Dorito Burritos, they all did-what else-the guild style of eating them.
"Not cleaning up later!" Flygon announced. The floor was coated in Dorito crumbs, I'm not kidding.
"Not!" Charizard roared.
"Not!" Zoroark added.
"Not!" Buizel called.
"Not!" Frogadier bellowed.
"Not!" Rotom laughed.
"Not," Shaymin said softly.
"Not!" Serperior spat.
"Not!" Swellow chirped.
"Not!" Treeko typed into the chat bar-please keep the Minecraft to a minor reference. "Fine."
"I am not," Lucario said evenly.
"Aw heck no!" Quilava hid under the couch.
The author looked over to Percy.
"Hey, you made them make that mess!" he protested.
She then turned to Agumon.
"um-yea-um-no," the Digimon shook his head.
She grinned wickedly.
One broom, dustpan, and Eel labor later…
"Done!" the Gulper Eel gasped, slamming the cleaning supplies back into the closet.
"Thank you, Gulper," the author thanked sweetly.
I conveniently hid a list of the twelve-there's only twelve?
Percy: um, yes…
…(face palm) I can't believe I didn't notice.
Agumon: agony at its best.