Why it belongs. Snorlax is flat on its belly on a dusty floor, completely out, with its face smooshed to the ground and a faint smile on its lips. The ground around it is a snack-and-litter aftermath: an empty soda bottle, a crushed can, a cup, scattered wrappers, a bit of discarded junk. It looks like Snorlax ate everything in reach, made a mess, and collapsed on the spot without bothering to clean up. This is probably the most committed sleeper in the whole stack.