After spending a wonderful night with Lickitung, she had to retreat back to her trainer to explain how she would be leaving him forever. I almost felt bad that the poor kid had to be dumped by such a fantastic pokémon, but he’s young enough to get over it. If anything he has a whole year until the next Kanto pokémon league. My head swam with warm feelings through a sea of gaiety as I near-skipped back to Lance’s apartment to tell him what had happened. He congratulated me on my success as we both laughed and made merry long into the night.
Oh, wait. No. That didn’t happen!
What did happen was that I walked in to find the dragon trainer curled up a ball, resting in a pile of puke, poked out of his mind!
Lance! The hero, the mentor, the one who could do no wrong was drug addled as all get-out, rambling on about Clefairy dances or some odd other drivel. I noticed my bag and all its contents lay scattered in the corner.
I slapped him, I yelled at him, I even threw him in the bathtub and filled it up with hot water, but nothing I did roused him from his sleep! Before I could run over to the phone and call for an ambulance or something, I heard his voice yelp in my direction. In a running tackle, he threw me to the ground and began smashing the phone against the wall. He insisted that the evil phone Gyradoses would eat me if I called for help.
After much coercion, I managed to get him into his bed, which he instantly tried to defecate on.
What am I to do! The final match of the Elite Four is tomorrow, and there’s no way he’ll be fit to battle by that time. They don’t have back-ups for this sort of thing! That trainer out there needs to battle somebody…
Wait.
A friend in need, right?
Trainer Andrew ♂
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