Right. Types. Read about those. [ Briefly, and only because of his condition. He smirks a little, seeing how serious Emporio is about this. ] Alright, I got it. More Pokémon, more stress. The teapot just didn't seem the sharing type about this whole place, that's all.

[ He shuffles through his pockets (???), pulling out a little seed to run through his fingers while he talks. ]

Yeah, that one. You like him? [ Children raised in prisons must love rules and authority. ] 'Cause I'm just like him, except not a cyborg, less funny, and actually a sheriff. [ He puts the seed in-between his teeth like a cigarette, speaking out the side of his mouth. ] Am I allowed to sm—eat in here, or is that against the rules too, Mr. Librarian?