The Psychic Man is at your window
The Psychic Man is at your door
The Psychic Man brings the plague days
To stretch you on the floor.
When purple flames at your lights suck
You know a Pokémon has got your luck.
Don't suffer an Ekans upon your hearth stone
Or Pokémon will whittle your children to bone.
Your PDA not to work, your backpack to hang aflame,
Your boots to warp and bend.
Your Pokémon to die as they cry,
Your own Pokémon to turn against you,
Your Dodrio to crow by moonlight -
By these may a trainer know himself cursed.
It's been a long day. Master is happy about something. He let me look at the great machine. It's massive. He allowed me to try the machine with my favorite Pokémon, Chansey. For some reason, Chansey didn't want to go into the machine.
Minutes pass.
There are two Chanseys.
My Chansey is right-handed, the other is left handed.
What just happened?
Master is very pleased.
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