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"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
No! Unless Cerulean is actually a toxic waste dump and no one bothered to tell me.
[Not cool, guys.]
You've never seen this happen before? He's glowing and... and pulsing.
[Not cool, guys.]
You've never seen this happen before? He's glowing and... and pulsing.
We've just been training! I didn't —
[Transform? Transform.
Harry remembers reading something about that.]
Evolution?
[And then, on cue, the cry of a Staravia precedes some very tense silence. When Harry speaks again, his voice is quieter, tighter, like he's just found himself in the middle of a slasher film.]
Albert.
[Transform? Transform.
Harry remembers reading something about that.]
Evolution?
[And then, on cue, the cry of a Staravia precedes some very tense silence. When Harry speaks again, his voice is quieter, tighter, like he's just found himself in the middle of a slasher film.]
Albert.
Waldo's bigger.
[Can't you just imagine the high-pitched shrieks of a violin in the background?]
...I think I'm gonna have to call you back.
[Can't you just imagine the high-pitched shrieks of a violin in the background?]
...I think I'm gonna have to call you back.
You have sleeping powder?
[Said in the tone of, Why do you have sleeping powder?]
[Said in the tone of, Why do you have sleeping powder?]
No, Albert, I didn't think to raid your lab before I left.
Not sure hypotheticals are much help to me right now. Maybe if —
[Except the time for thinking is over, because Waldo's just gotten a good look at his freshly-changed wings and oh.
That's different.
Suddenly, there's a whole lotta squawking coming from Harry's end of the line, as well as the sound of wing beats and muffled curses and a clatter that might signal the transfer of the Gear from Harry's hand to the ground.
— gotta go!
[Except the time for thinking is over, because Waldo's just gotten a good look at his freshly-changed wings and oh.
That's different.
Suddenly, there's a whole lotta squawking coming from Harry's end of the line, as well as the sound of wing beats and muffled curses and a clatter that might signal the transfer of the Gear from Harry's hand to the ground.
— gotta go!
Albert? Albert, it's Norman. I need a favor.
[Protip: If Norman's accent is thicker than usual then you bet your ass this is urgent.
...And that's saying a lot.]
I need to get to Cherrygrove in less than a day. Do you have any pokemon who knows how to fly?
...And that's saying a lot.]
I need to get to Cherrygrove in less than a day. Do you have any pokemon who knows how to fly?
[He's WERKIN ahn it.]
Yeah that's-- that's fine. I'm right next to one of 'em.
Yeah that's-- that's fine. I'm right next to one of 'em.
One of the victims from my last case arrived in Johto. I have to get to him as soon as possible.
[...holy shit. He hadn't even thought of the possibility of — yeah, okay, that's a really damn good excuse.]
You got it. I'm on my way. Air travel's the best way to go about it anyway; much faster than ground. If you fly like a maniac, you can make it across the whole damn country in a day or two.
[Speaking from experience.]
You got it. I'm on my way. Air travel's the best way to go about it anyway; much faster than ground. If you fly like a maniac, you can make it across the whole damn country in a day or two.
[Speaking from experience.]
Thanks. I owe you one.
[It finally hits Norman that he is asking for a bird to fly on. Odd but he really can't think of any other alternative right now.]
[It finally hits Norman that he is asking for a bird to fly on. Odd but he really can't think of any other alternative right now.]
[Alright, here we go. This is why you get to the PC bright and early before everyone and their mothers occupies them.]
Yeah. I'm getting online now.
Yeah. I'm getting online now.
All right. Probably not a bad idea to get her away from the house, anyway — some dogs tracked mud all over the place and my neat freaks have been having conniptions over it.
[The small talk we make while waiting for computers to boot up, man.]
She won't give you any trouble flying, though. You just might have to shove her off a couple times if you've got lint on your jacket.
[The small talk we make while waiting for computers to boot up, man.]
She won't give you any trouble flying, though. You just might have to shove her off a couple times if you've got lint on your jacket.
[Gee, he hopes not. It would be a real shame if his flyer suddenly decided to drop him while they were up thousands of feet in the air. There is no way the nurses would believe that.
...Would they?]
Huh? Is that a problem?
...Would they?]
Huh? Is that a problem?
[Oh, wait, that was kind of a non sequitur, wasn't it.]
I mean when you're on the ground. She'll fuss and peck over dirt and try to clean you up if she sees it. Like a finnicky mother. If she does it, just shove her head away, it won't hurt her or anything.
[Poking at keys now, by the way.]
Let me know when you're set to go.
I mean when you're on the ground. She'll fuss and peck over dirt and try to clean you up if she sees it. Like a finnicky mother. If she does it, just shove her head away, it won't hurt her or anything.
[Poking at keys now, by the way.]
Let me know when you're set to go.
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