[Woah, pants, what a concept. Komasan's surprised simply by the fact that someone can grab him by these weird articles of clothing. It stops him from eating at least, as he looks down at Henko, concerned.]
O-Oh, I'm sorry, I'll share, zura.
[In which Komasan holds out a corn dog for a flareon.]
[Action]
O-Oh, I'm sorry, I'll share, zura.
[In which Komasan holds out a corn dog for a flareon.]
There you go, eat all you want, zura.