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You pout. "I am not putting my A game because the game is DUMB! This is just work!' You drag the hammer to a rock. "I am a Princess! I mean a witch! I mean a normal girl?" You frown. "Whatever I am, it's NOT some floozy with a hammer!"
The man chuckles. "Yeah, I don't think anyone is. At the start at least." The hammer goes down and crushes the rock. "You find a peace to it though, there's no one to fail."
You lift your own hammer, swinging the rock down and feeling it BOUNCE, not off your grip but your shoulders strain from the blow. "Why even carry these things! Cant you hurt someone with these."
He nods. "You sure can, and so can your pokemon, and the rocks, and many other tools at a wanna be murders disposal." The man shrugs. "I assume they expected it to be a calculated risk, with all the power that pokemon posses, mere murder is... almost quaint? I've never seen someone bother with it."
You have, little Tom whose probably off doing something fun like writing a book report or something.
"Hmm... tell you what." Your coworker scratches his beard. "You know there are other community service options, it's all sweatshop work, boiler plates, stitching clothing, the nine yards... If you do a good job here, I bet I can get Sargent to transfer you somewhere else?"
"...Really? How?" You frown. "You are just a prisoner like me... and if you could do that, why are you still here."
He shrugs. "I like helping people, and this beats the stress of my old job. I do hard work, this gravel goes to a public park somewhere to make a sandbox... after some more grinding I hope, and no one dies or starves because I took a break." He smiles. "Consider it the privledge of being a old veteran."
>...That's suspicious... your just trying to get me to work hard!
>Sure! If I have to work hard now to maximize my total time I can slack off, I will play your games old man
>Write in
