By the time Ralph has filled his sack and set off to search for his partner in crime, Wrath had made his way through quite a number of rooms-- his size enabling him to move faster and less carefully than the behemoth that was Wreck-It Ralph.
His bag is bulging so much that he can no longer lift it all the way-- he has to drag it across the floor.
There... might be more than just Pokemon in there. Wrath has sticky fingers even when he's not on the clock.
Ralph will stumble across the awful little goblin with his bag temporarily abandoned on the floor; Wrath himself has climbed to the very top of a fancy set of drawers, his starry eyes set on a long-haired, brick-faced Purugly that is currently loafing on top of a fancy armoire.
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His bag is bulging so much that he can no longer lift it all the way-- he has to drag it across the floor.
There... might be more than just Pokemon in there. Wrath has sticky fingers even when he's not on the clock.
Ralph will stumble across the awful little goblin with his bag temporarily abandoned on the floor; Wrath himself has climbed to the very top of a fancy set of drawers, his starry eyes set on a long-haired, brick-faced Purugly that is currently loafing on top of a fancy armoire.
HE WANTS TO PET IT.