"Glad your Pokémon was prepared." Bowser says, sounding irritated, but the subject of his irritation is the new world rather than Blue. "But I'm not happy with the rules changing every few weeks." Bowser wasn't sure if it was weeks or months, though he was pretty sure it was one of the two. "How are we gonna be prepared when the next rule change hits?"

He could prepare for the most predictable rule changes maybe, stay hydrated even though there's no reason to do so, breathe even though there's no need for air. But the idea that the concept of death could return at any moment, and strike as randomly and as suddenly as hunger was frightening.