Interdimensional transmitter

He waved his pudgy hand coldly and let out a pensive sigh. “That was supposed to buy us some time. The Kraken
wasn't as effective as advertised. ...Hey, Super Starman, did you bring that catalog
with you, again? I want to see it.”

“Oh, yes, yes! Here you are, sir,” replied the mysterious figure, who was
apparently called Super Starman. He pulled something wrapped in purple cloth from
behind his back and unfastened it. The cloth contained something that looked like a
photo album. “Monster List” was stamped on the cover in gold lettering. The Super
Starman held it up with both hands and hurriedly crawled over to the mound of flesh
on his knees. He showed off the book one page at a time.

Each page displayed a set of four things that looked like résumés. There were
photos, graphs, and charts filled in with specs and data.

“These here are all the latest additions for this fall,” said the Super Starman. “...And
everything over here is being sold at or below cost–these are incredible deals!”
“...What's this?” scoffed the fleshy mound. “Octobots? Manly Fish? ...These are
nothing special. Don't they have anything a little stronger?”

“Well, how about something like this Mook Senior?” replied the Super Starman. “It
has three-hundred-ninety HP, and its Guts are at fifty. Its special abilities are Life Up α and
PSI Magnet...”

“Alright. Prepare ten of those. What else?”

“Hmm...may I recommend a mixed team of Fobbies, Uncontrollable Spheres, and
Conducting Spirits? The Electro Spector and Hostile Elder Oak will also get the job done
nicely.”

“Well then, call them all in,” replied the mound of flesh. “Call them all! Let's
not be stingy. We've still got plenty of energy left...” Glancing in a very bored and
uninterested way at each page as the Super Starman flipped through the album, he
suddenly let out a small “Oh!”, and leaned forward excitedly. His flabby body
undulated in waves. “...Wait a minute, let me see that page!”

“Hm? Oh? Which one?” the Super Starman replied, startled.

“Those, there. Those monsters.”

The mound of flesh pointed toward them with a grin.

The Wetnosaur. The Chomposaur. Each one had an entire page to themselves.

They got the Star Treatment. “I want those two! Bring them to me!”

“Oh but, but Master Giygas,” the Super Starman began, as he rubbed his hands
together nervously. “I'm terribly sorry, but those two are just too massive! We wouldn't be
able to get them through our inter-dimensional transmitter device unless we cut them into
pieces!”

“Well then, construct a new inter-dimensional transmitter device,” barked the
mound of flesh. “You could have some of your robots work on it, couldn't you? Make
one as soon as possible, one so big that these things could march through it on parade,
with smiles on their faces. ...Hehehe, this is fun!”

- Mother 2, Chapter 8 pgs. 183-184