My first day as a Gym Leader wasn’t too bad, since I was the last one on the list, I didn’t have anyone come in looking for badges, which was good cause I still hadn’t found them! I spent half a day looking for a big crate with badges in them but I never seemed to find them. I mean, I found one. It was laying there, right outside a room with a metal blast door that said “Mewtwo Containment Chamber”. Now, I don’t know what the Muk a Mewtwo is, but all I know is that it didn’t sound interesting. So, I went off to go find minions for my Gym.
The minions that showed up to be interviewed really weren’t minions at all, but actually were trainers hoping to fight me! So, I told them what they wanted to hear:
“If you work here forever, I will give you a badge.”
I know lying is bad and all, but what is a Gym Leader without his trainer minions!? I’ll tell you what it is! A Cool Trainer (and that’s an awful thing to be! I mean, you‘re pretty much not even people!) So, I had eight trainers watching my Gym with me, all men and women of valor and skill (and I was also eight years younger than all of them.) Taking a seat on the couch that was left behind by the previous Leader, I sighed.
I was incomplete.
How could I be happy without moving forward!? My job as a Gym Leader would be fun, but what if people didn’t come in for days!? This was a giant worry to me! Although it did not worry me for long. A Team Rocket member came into the Gym. Telling me to scram, I scoffed at him and grabbed the thing that certified me to be a trainer. The brick I had thrown to get in. I chucked my brick at him, nailing him straight in the nose and taking him to the floor. The minions looked in shock as I laughed, removed my hat and took a bow.
“Well don’t just stand there!” I yelled at them, placing my emerald fedora on my head once more, “Dispose of the man!” My younger minion, Gentleman Bradley took him from the floor and moved him outside into the street. This wasn’t the only strange thing to happen during the day.
A Officer Jenny came in with her Growlithe, handcuffs ready. She asked for my name, and I told her it: “Giovanni.” She bowed and apologized profusely, pleading that I did not hurt her. As she ran out of the gym, I grinned and flipped the badge I had found earlier in the day. Again, lying is okay! As long as it’s used to stay out of trouble, never forget that!
It’s good to be King…
Cyan Gitors
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