Well, its been a creepy afternoon filled with lots of wild Pokémon in the tower (this is normal really) and across the routes nearby. Gastly has been doing well against most wild Pokémon (as Normal types can't hit ghosts because science), and using a combination of Hypnosis and Lick, I even managed to capture a Growlithe. It was pretty simple when the Pokémon was asleep, and unlike most trainers who tend to get through about ten Pokeballs per capture, I simply picked the same Pokéball up each time my attempt failed. I mean why would you throw a new one? Is it laziness that makes people throw a new Pokéball rather than picking up the one that failed? Are people so wasteful?
Wait, wait... my phone is ringing...
The conversation went like this:
"Hello there, Pink. I'm your mother and I want you to put your Pokemon in the postbox down the road from you. You can trust me because I'm your mother."
"Is this Team Rocket?"
"(Inaudible whispering...) ...Yes."
"I'll see you in a few minutes."
I was a little scared but I went anyways. What was the worst they could do? Send out a Koffing and a Rattata? I had a bloody Growlithe!
I sent out my Growlithe to walk by my side and told my Gastly to hide in the bushes. When I got to the postbox, I saw the two Team Rocket Grunts. They double-teamed me with a Zubat and a Machoke. The Zubat lasted thirty seconds... and then died... third degree burns. The Machoke fell asleep. Thanks Gastly.
Not knowing what to do, the two Grunts ran off towards Saffron City, screaming, "You wait until Giovanni hears this!"
Ahhhh people are stupid. But hey, I got a Machoke! Three Pokémon and I've barely stepped foot out of Lavender Town.
Keep on being shirtless people.
Pink McQueen
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