The Nidoking pats his large belly several times as he looks at the pile of torn clothes on the ground. He then pads over with his now heaver footsteps and lies back against that tree which he was napping at before he was so rudely interrupted. "Mmmmh..." says the Nidoking as he rubs over his belly, "Can't do that." He grins at the protests of his prey. Yep, he could talk. Just like all the other experiments. Inside, the walls vibrated a bit as trickles of some liquid started to pour from the wall, the level of that pool starting to rise as it also began to tingle against the girl's bare flesh.