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>You chewed your lip as you considered what to do.
>Your manual shears should still work. They had rubber handles, so hopefully that would be insulation enough to protect you from any currents trying to sneak up the tool?
>But as you reached towards the pokemon, the air buzzed in an off-putting way around your hands, smelling faintly of ozone.
>You yanked them back, muttering a swear. The sheep creature tilted its head, a rueful expression on its face.
>You tapped a finger on the shears, before you exhaled a sigh as you turned around to retreat to the tool shed.
>Took you a few minutes of rummaging around, but you found what you needed.
>You felt a little ridiculous, but when you returned you had on some large rubber gloves and an old beat-up welding mask.
>Hopefully that would be enough. This was probably the dumbest thing you've ever done in your life.
>The entire process was awkward, and you took it nice and slow out of excess of caution, but you made it work with some assistance from the pokemon.
>Every snip caused the wool to crackle like taking dry laundry out on a cold, dry day. Poor shears definitely suffered a bit and looked slightly crispy by the end.
>The sheep creature gently shook itself, looking up at you with a slight smile, and walked back to join the others where it was greeted with indifference.
>You gazed down at the pile of soft, luminous fleece buzzing by your feet and wondered what the current going rate was for electric monster wool.