I'll take you
. I'll squish you when it's dark and you'll spit fireballs
And the name is...
It's a boy, for God's sake, not a chick.
So I herd u liek...
My pokemon haz ballz of fire. Beat that.
I gotta go ask ninja boy to also give me Treecko. It's gonna stay here if I don't act anyway, so...
D-D-D-DE BOT IS SPEAKING THROUGH HIM!
RUN! Run for your pants!
Pant...pant...I think I need to get farther...not...safe...yet...
H-HEY! my legs won't move!
I...I feel someone approaching...
D-don't tell me it's...
T-Those footsteps behind me...
...it must be a Rattata...yeah...
AARGH! This tension is killing me! and I can't turn around! I'm so paralyzed!
YES! I CAN TURN NOW! It's...
Oh, it's you.
...I preferred a Rattata.
Yes, you're right, forgot about that.
PITCHBOY, this might hurt a bit, but it's for your own g--
Oh, you meant that...?
Wait, we didn't use to have a Pokemon back then.
This isn't about that candy I stole from you, right?
I won't marry you.
Pft, so cynical. Alright, let's do this.
Yes, yes, now stop delaying my victory.
Wait, I thought you were new at this, too...
It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal. I'm better.
PITCHBOY, NOW LET ME SEE YOU SHOOT SOME BALLS OF FI--
Scratch? Why the heck scratch? what do you scratch with?
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That's Mudkip's line, I guess. You're weird.
This can't be true...
For people with stiff minds; I'm not calling out my rival.
Leave me alone. I want to press "NEW GAME".
There you go again, how come you're not a newbie at this?
You mean grind
? Forget about it.
I already have something in mind for PITCHBOY:
Yes, losing is awesome.
Nononono, Bennnoooo. Not a chance.
Is that some kind of ninja scroll document?
PITCHBOY is programmed to heal itself.
Let's see where the road leads me to.
The farther from Alder, the better.
Here I am. Rock you like a hurricane.
Wait, something smells bad.
You know what? you're so right. That's what I was telling my rival a while ago.
He lost to me, of course. That wimp. He can't take care of his pokemon at all.
You must be the one producing that bad smell, right?
WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MEEEE?
Believe me, if it WAS in my will, PITCHBOY would be chewing your toes off right now.
Thank God for errands. Bye.
Can you do that?
Then how do people get fired?
Your owner must be proud.
...stubborn, yeah, I know.
But you don't have to block the road, too, moron.
Anyway, I better go check out the Mart, I need to buy stuff so I won't lose again.
Do you ask that to every single customer coming in?
No. But I already know I'm forced to, so I'll pass.
Whoever thanks God for errands is stupid~
So, what do we do now?
a) Open the parcel (do not choose if parcel is ticking)
b) Deliver it to that creepy Alder
c) Throw it away and play poker