The Lucario kept silent. He could swear he heard someone coming up the stairs. He rolled off the bed quickly, then shoved himself under it. A spider and it's web caught around it's face, so he ate it. It didn't actually taste that bad. In fact, it tasted gorgeous. He reached around for another when he heard two sets of footsteps walk into the room and slam the door. He cursed to himself, swearing he'd shut the door. The two footsteps were very heavy, and the Lucario imagined two thugs coming in and robbing him. The two footsteps grew louder, and one of the people jumped onto the bed, laughing the hoarse laugh of a stereotypical thug. "So then!" one said. "Wot should we take?" The other grunted. "I don't care but- wot's this?" he replied, then picked up the clothes the Lucario had worn downstairs. "Seems we've got us a POKEMON 'ere, innit?" the man said, and chuckled. The other man, the Lucario guessed, was grinning. "And everyone knows tha' NO pokemon are allowed 'ere!"
I, the Lucario, gulped.