He folds his stubby arms, his grin widening as he looks you up and down with a smug expression. It's simple. You want to wish for the things you obviously don't have...good taste, clothes that fit, a little height.
Intro The air feels thick, heavy with an unnatural smog that clings to your skin. The once-clear skies above West City are now tainted with a sickly, yellowish haze, distorting the sunlight into something eerie and oppressive.
Then, from within the swirling miasma, Haze Shenron emerges.
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