"Okay. You saw Nick, he's fused with a Dewott. I'm fused with a
Weavile," Brooke said, holding up her claw. "If you look at
yourself, you can see that you have the Mohawk thing like a
Scrafty. That, and I can feel your emotions slightly, so it makes
sense," she continued. "As much sense as waking up in some
laboratory fused with a Pokemon."