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> be me
> I love my Politoed, but we both hate battling.
> Politoed is always out of his ball, never needed that ball, so I always leave it at de_apartment
> work in train station at one of the overpriced restaurants. Politoed helps a bunch
> we're taking our 30, when all of a sudden some autistic trainer beelines toward us at mach-6
> skidds to a halt, shouts "BATTLE!!", & Sends out a Manectric
> Manectric IMMEDIATELY wild charges my precious partner, sending him flying into the restaurant, crashing into some dishes we had stacked earlier. Politoed's out for the count.
> I'm stunned in pure shock & horror, & the autismo runs up to me, reaches into my pants, & takes half the cash in my wallet.
> returns Manectric to his ball, & books it outta there.
> I run to help my Poli-Bro. A bunch of smashed plate shards are sticking into him. I have to get him to the PokéMon Center. I fireman carry him, & book it to the nearest center.
> because I'm not even a half-time trainer, I have to pay for healing my 'mons.
> when I get back, I'm fired by big boss for leaving too long, destroying all the plates, & causing a ruckus.
> cops can't do shit, say it's my fault for not training my PokéMon for battle
This is why I fucking hate trainers. We have to live with my uncle on his farm now until we get back on our feet.
So help me Arceus, I'm gonna catch an Electrode & have him use Explosion in the croud at the next league conference.
