A baseball bat comes down on the glass, Pokey clutching it tightly. It's not a baseball bat Ness ever used, not that Porky can recognize. It's a weird, almost faded gold, bent in the middle, but not enough to be breaking.
Pokey just leaves it on the glass for a moment. Before lifting it back up.
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A baseball bat comes down on the glass, Pokey clutching it tightly. It's not a baseball bat Ness ever used, not that Porky can recognize. It's a weird, almost faded gold, bent in the middle, but not enough to be breaking.
Pokey just leaves it on the glass for a moment. Before lifting it back up.
And swinging again. As hard as he thinks he can.]