Pokey warps arm rest

“It's...because of...Ness?” Monotoli repeated.

“Yes,” said Pokey. “No matter what... we can't... let him... anywhere near there.”
He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. His fingers dug into the plush leather like
fat, round little caterpillars, making a terribly unpleasant sound. Even the metal
supports within the armrest warped under his grip like taffy.

- Mother 2, Chapter 6 pg. 133