Somehow, the contents of the Charizard's vomit were more repulsive to Vinnie than the poison sewage his own stomach generated. The smell of dead animals, cooked or not, was far from appetizing for him - so the fact that they were on fire and half digested made them abominable.

He scrunched his nose in disgust, taking a step back as Char emptied out the menagerie he had apparently eaten earlier that day. If he really had the strength to pull off flamethrowers after that mess, it would've been a surprising feat. Not one particularly advantageous for the Grass Type though, hence the distance. A poisoned Charizard wasn't necessarily a defeated Charizard.

"Yeah, that's real tempting," spat Vinnie as he pulled his nose piercing from his bleeding left nostril. It would've been a good idea to take that out before getting punched multiple times. "I think I'd be more worried 'bout whether you could find an antidote before you pass the fuck out."