So I managed to get back in time to catch the Magmar before it died. While the bastard was healing, I contuplated what his name should be. Maggy? Naw, its a male. I saw when The Scrambler kicked him. It was gross. Magz? People will think I'm talking about pornography when I bring him out. Magmop? Getting closer... MAGMAR? Simple and effective, people might dig the minimalist naming style. I got it!
Garfunkel. Cool as all shit.
So Blaine and I trained all day. Training is hard. I do not want to do it anymore. Blaine agreed with me that training is stupid so we took up a new form of training: Seeing who could fit the most pretzels in their mouth. Koff Koff won. He has two mouths though! He really knows how to get the edge on his opponents!
After we ran out of pretzels, Blaine told me about Cinnabar coast and all the weird things that have been going on around there. Tomorrow I will scout it out. If I find any real weird shit, Ill use it to attack the Pokemon Laboratory (the one that isn't burned down) and score myself a Pokedinosaur.
Catch You Later.
Purple Gitimall
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