Before Pebble could say anything, Sam had strutted up to the Ralts and stuck his nose straight up into his face. “You wanna work together, huh? Well here’s our answer: We don’t need any help, especially not from a pair of weird hat stuffy old grown ups like you!” Mr. Vega gently pushes Sam away from him to give himself some more personal space. "Sir, I know that you may not trust our ways, since you have barely seen us in the field, but we can assure you that our tactics will be the most favorable in your mission." Mr. Brooks steps between the two. "We can plant and chop down any and all tree and dispose of them with ease. You have nothing to worry about." Sam couldnt hear them through his ego, so he simply repeated himself. "I said we dont need any help!" The mudkip reinforced. "I bet I can knock down trees twice as fast! This mission is a splash in the pond for us!"