Ah, but I don't forget things easily. The thought of the muffin festers in my mind for those 7 long, void years without it. I would sit for hours thinking of that muffin, of which had no known flavor, sitting in a box somewhere underneath Damp`e's graveyard. I sat there. 7 years. 7 long, terrible years. Then, when the time came, I told excadrill to use dig. No, I told Groudon to use FISSURE, and the ground opened up, revealing it to me. I snatch it up, and then. Oh then. You know what I did with that muffin? I hid it. I hid it in the vast reaches of the universe, unreachable by almost no one. No one. Not even Xehanort and his corridors of darkness. Not even Black Doom and his Black Comet. Not even Giratina and it's unholy power over the dimensions. No, none of them would even dare enter there. I hid the muffin-
In The Twilight Zone.
And you know what? Too much weird crap happens there for you to EVER get it back.
Good.
Freaking.
Luck son.
Ah, but I don't forget things easily. The thought of the muffin festers in my mind for those 7 long, void years without it. I would sit for hours thinking of that muffin, of which had no known flavor, sitting in a box somewhere underneath Damp`e's graveyard. I sat there. 7 years. 7 long, terrible years. Then, when the time came, I told excadrill to use dig. No, I told Groudon to use FISSURE, and the ground opened up, revealing it to me. I snatch it up, and then. Oh then. You know what I did with that muffin? I hid it. I hid it in the vast reaches of the universe, unreachable by almost no one. No one. Not even Xehanort and his corridors of darkness. Not even Black Doom and his Black Comet. Not even Giratina and it's unholy power over the dimensions. No, none of them would even dare enter there. I hid the muffin-
In The Twilight Zone.
And you know what? Too much weird crap happens there for you to EVER get it back.
Good.
Freaking.
Luck son.