[As the frightened herd of pokemon scatter from the room, Belphe unholster's Beelze's pokeball from her belt as an afterthought and rolls it out after them. As the door is hurriedly shut after them, the ball pops open, releasing the hulking Snorlax who blinks sleepily, yawns, and abruptly stretches out on her side, making herself an effective blockade for the door as she resumes her nap.

Belial, for her part, looks somewhere between alarmed and puzzled.]

What's his problem?