Now that Arceus was out of danger, the Big Arms Inc. boys could go back to their work on the museum.
And it went well.
Except for one morning, in the team truck's dressing room.

"The fuck are you doing, Anton?!" barked Clyde.
"What?" exclaimed in surprise the Slaking.
"That's MY seat! Get off it now!"
"Look, one minute..."
"No, not one minute! Off it NOW!!"
"Aw come on, my seat is broken! I'm supposed to sit on the floor?!"
"YOU SIT WHEREVER YOU WANT, BUT NOT ON MY SEAT!!" yelled the Throh. "YOU UNDERSTAND, FUCKTARD?!"
To say Anton didn't appreciate is an euphemism.
"REPEAT IF YOU DARE!!" he roared furiously before jumping on Clyde.
The brawl was brutal, but not long. Two dope punches from Angus, one for each of the belligerents, cut it short.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
A quick explanation ensued.
"The hell?! You threw a hissy fit just for that?!"
"But that's my lucky seat!" protested Clyde. "If I don't use it alone, I'll have a bad day! What just happened proves it!"
Many eyes were rolled.

Art by  hikaze
Original here: https://twitter.com/HikazeDragon/st.....44994967318528
Clyde and Anton © me
Throh and Slaking © Game Freaks