Pokey gas attack

“...Speaking of all that,” Carpainter began, as he rubbed his slender chin and
furrowed his brows. “Whatever happened to Pokey? With the way he's been acting,
I'm worried about that kid's future, too.”

“If it's me you're talking about, you might wanna mind your own business.”
Carpainter whirled around, startled. With a sulky look on his face, the fat kid in
question was leaning against that golden figure with his arms crossed.

“Pokey!”

“I'm disappointed in you,” said Pokey. “I thought you had a bit more sense
than this!” He glared at Carpainter. “I have no interest in some new religion with
boring ideals, so I'm tearing up our contract. And of course, I'll be taking this back,
now.”

“W-wait a minute! That thing is dangerous...!” Carpainter stammered.

“If that's the case, does this mean you won't be needing it anymore?” Pokey
spat hatefully, as he snatched the golden figure. “I'll find a better way to use it next
time...I'm sure.”

“Oh, wait, Pokey!” cried Carpainter.

“See~ ya!” Pokey teased, as he turned around and bent over. He stuck his fat
butt up into the air. He grinned.

PPFFFFRRTTTT!

“U-ughh...cough cough cough...!”

“T-that's so foul! I can't take it!”

They had been blasted with a gas so strong it made their eyes water, and a
terrible stench that caused their noses to crinkle. Carpainter and the old man recoiled
in horror and fell into a coughing fit. And by the time they realized it... Pokey and that
golden statue had vanished into thin air.

- Mother 2, Chapter 3 pg. 58