As you navigate the miscellaneous keepsakes and messily-written notes strewn across the lab -- which, honestly, looks as though it was ravaged by a flock of Sciuro -- various specimen approach you out of curiosity, sniffing your shoes and nudging your pockets in hopes of getting snacks. The glint of their small, lovingly crafted name tags catches your eye, and you kneel down to get a closer look. "Stinky", says one. Another, whose owner you recognize as Joe's beloved Naganto, reads "Fish Sticks". You sigh. While it's no lie that Joe is great with handling specimens, they're terrible at names.