Listening to the mew's request, the pikachu pushed his body backward, awkwardly going back on two paws. It was far from being a comfortable posture, but he had to go though the slight pain, for personal reasons. Talking while on four paws was just not worthy of the creature he had once been. A creature that probably wouldn't have taken order from anyone, not even a mew.<br/><br/>Smirking inwardly, he glared at the supposedly god-like pokemon. He hadn't got up because he told him to. If this mew was truly a proper one, he would have accepted his role as a god and acted like one. He made the mistake of choosing not to, asking him to treat him like a regular pokemon. This was perfect, because he didn't obey normal pokemon. Unfortunately for the mew, he had no respect for those people who butchered his name. As the powerful being he was, there was no way he wouldn't know his name, this was just impossible.<br/><br/>As he learned long ago, Mew and Alakazam, only pokemon with more psychic potential than humans, knew no limit of mastery in the control of their environment. With a single thought, they could link with the innate energy of any object, shaping them and controlling them at will. Sure, this kind of being would know his name, but he didn't, so it would be his pleasure to harshly remain him of the creature he was supposed to be. "My name is Sparktail! S-P-A-R-K-T-A-I-L! Sparktail! Not Sparky, not Sparka, not Spark-whatever, just Sparktail! Really, I expected more from a mew than just listening to the blabbering of my friend here." He said, pointing at Magic. Along with that, he noticed the strange action the squirrel was about to perform and severely glanced at her, a sign of disagreement.<br/><br/>Magic, who had been staring at the large fruit since it had appeared in front of her, was wondering how she would eat it. This thing was about as big as she was, standing a good nine inches, while she was one feet high. She couldn't just swallow it in one bite. Though, all things considered, she could do that. She just had to open her mouth and take the fruit in. Sparky wouldn't approve, she knew, but he wasn't exactly looking at her at the moment. Beside, the fruit was so tasty looking...<br/><br/>Her stomach finally winning over her mind, she started to open her muzzle, her mouth reaching the limit for a normal pachirisu, but still getting wider. Sadly, before anything noticeable happened, she felt Sparktail’s reprimanding glare on her, forcing her to shut her mouth quickly. Looking down sadly, she took normal sized bites on the apple, wishing for once that Sparky hadn't been there to restrict her.