Cool Trainer Andrew ♂, Day 9: A plague on your house!

Sorry about being away these past few days, but I really needed the time to collect myself and do some self-exploration.  In just that short amount of time I’ve learned a lot about myself.  I really have…

But something disturbed me recently, stirring me from me hole in the wall.  

I have been insulted!  I will not put up with this, not for a second!  I just noticed this today (I haven’t touched my computer because of all the brooding I had to do), but it seems that Mr. Cyan Gitors has gone out of his way to slander the good name of all Cool Trainers.

I quote, “I approached it (screw this careful crap, that’s something only a Cool Trainer would do) and to my surprise, an Abra appeared.”

Something only a Cool Trainer would do?  Really?  I’m not sure what you’re implying here, sir, but clearly you know nothing of the Cool Trainer name!  I may not be sure of myself, but I know my own blood, and I will not have my family name tarnished!

But I thank you, Cyan.  I thank you because you’ve given me a new spirit, a new quest.  I no longer care about being the best trainer, I realize that road is not for me.  Instead, I will dedicate myself to facing you in Pokémon fisticuffs!

And don’t think I haven’t been following you.  I know your Pokémon, and I know their secrets.  Digging into the old family vault, I’ve come upon some interesting TMs that my Lickitung has been all-too-keen to learn.

I’ve got some new moves as well.  Hoping to bring me out of my depressed state, my mother gave me a very special gift.  In a way, you could say that I’ve evolved…

Prepare yourself for:

Cool Biker Trainer Andrew ♂!

P.S.
I might be a while getting there.  It’s a bit of a journey.

P.P.S

Sexism.  Really?  What are you, 9?