>>41238447"Your honor," Mr. Calemson begins. "My client is mentally deficient-"
Good start.
"-which means he and I share an uncanny bond the likes of which only few other individuals can ever hope to understand."
Kind of a swerve but it works. He throws his arm around your shoulders to visually illustrate the inseparable connection that you've only now just found out about.
"What relevance does that have to the case?" asks the judge.
"It means I know what's he thinking, and he knows what I'm thinking—wink wink. You see your honor, jury, talking pot of tea, my client absolutely HAD to purchase a home in Postwick. No other town in the region would suffice. He recognizes that the very southern end of Galar is peak level scaling optics for up and coming Pokemon trainers, and as such, if he and his mother were to purchase a home say, up north, they would have to contend with fiercer wildlife. At the time of purchase, no other houses in Postwick were up for sale."
You blink. He actually put that in better words than you ever could, despite completely making it up on the fly. It's not like it doesn't make sense either. Why would you want to live your life constantly at risk of being chased by level 80 blue furry bone club-wielding narutos?
"Hrm," Rillaboom goes over some preliminary notes. "It says here you're from Kalos. Is that true, Mr. Calemson?"
"Still the best after six years, yes."
"Do you have a visa?"
"No, I have Discover."
Rillaboom motions to the stenographer. "Enter that into discovery please," he looks back at Mr. Calemson. "How do you and the plaintiff know of this level scaling.... optic you called it? Does Kalos operate in the same manner?"
