"Wait, you mean you knew <span class="mu-i">THE</span> Giovanni? As in THE leader of Team Rocket? The one that disappeared a few years ago? I don't-"

<span class="mu-g">"You brats don't got hardly any attention spans left at all, huh?! Ain't you been listening, kid, we didn't just know him, we practically put him on the map!"</span> Says a stout, gruff old man with a comb over and patchy stubble in charcoal black and silver-grey. The cigarette in his mouth falls out and into his coffee. His eyes have been scrunched shut the whole time, but they go wide and bloodshot at this. <span class="mu-g">"Ah, cripes, see whatcha made me do, brat?!"</span>

<span class="mu-b">"We got our start alongside his father, see? Rolled together and helped build the family business. We're the finest cat burglars in the region."</span> Adds the woman next to him, who seems every bit as old, with noticeable laugh lines on her face, and a small nose, with grey wavy hair that falls down to her chin in a bob cut. Her eyes are bright, sharp blue, and a little mischievous.

The kid sitting catty-corner to them at the long counter of the diner quirks one eyebrow, and lays his menu down flat in front of him. "I'm sorry... But aren't you a little old to be climbing up buildings and stealing things?"

Comb-over slams his fist down on the counter and points accusingly at the child with the other. His eyes are scrunched again, but angled down angrily. <span class="mu-g">"YOU AIN'T GOT A CLUE WHAT WE'RE TOO OLD FOR YA SNOT! WE'RE THE REAL DEAL PROFESSIONAL CRIMINAL AGENTS AND WE GOT DECADES OF EXPERIENCE, WE'RE SHARPER THAN EVER!"</span> He pulls three poke balls out of his pockets then, rising out of his seat and stepping back. <span class="mu-g">"I oughta teach you a lesson right here, right now, about respectin' your elders!"</span>

A black leather glove grips his shoulder, and another man, with a deeper voice, speaks up from behind him. <span class="mu-r">"George, you're making a scene. Smooth moves, right? Let's make it all smooth moves today."</span> He says calmly. He's got a leaner, more athletic build than the bruiser he's talking down, with a thick white mustache and mutton chops, a black scally cap on his head... And a black eyepatch with a bold, red letter 'R' on it. His gaze extends past the man's shoulder and to the woman. <span class="mu-r">"And Leslie, I told you not to let him have more than one cup of coffee - you know how he gets."</span> He chides with a slight smile. His good eye is a dull green color, and something flashes behind it when he speaks to her.

<span class="mu-b">"Good morning, Leonidas."</span> She says with a smirk. <span class="mu-b">"His wife told me not to let him have more than one side of bacon, either, with his blood pressure where it's been lately. But, well, you know how he gets."</span> She smiles then, showing a silver tooth on the left side that glints in the morning light.

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