Scizor tried to explain itself, but lacking a shared language, it could only grab a towel, shove it into its mouth, chew frantically, and then spread its hands and spit the towel out.
Yellow understood Scizor's meaning and asked, "Because Tangela's vines were too tough, you couldn't pull your mouth free, so you ended up crashing headfirst into the powder cloud, right?"
Scizor nodded, its usual smug expression completely gone from its face.
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