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Entry tags:
- albert nye the science guy,
- arceus help you all,
- back off he knows what he's doing,
- beware the shuckle mafia,
- bunearygeddon,
- can you taste the science,
- cave johnson eat your heart out,
- dammit bruce,
- dammit impy,
- everything is stupid forever,
- here to kick ass and autopsy bodies,
- hit the deck it's agent rosenflower,
- i've got work to do dammit,
- kinda like a mythbusters episode,
- let's do science to it,
- making labcoats sexy since 1989,
- professional at work,
- seriously fucking cool shit,
- shenanigans are imminent,
- talk science to me baby,
- welcome to the justice farm of science,
- where the hell is my lab,
- why would you ever,
- ▶ saffron city
008 | Saffron City | Video;
[Ladies and gentlemen of Johto and Kanto, something rather odd is afoot on your network today. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be the ceiling of some kind of garage-like room, rendered in video and slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owly moving past at a glacial — yet determined — pace. In fact, it's probably what the ceiling would look like if a Gear camera was pointed at it while that aforementioned Gear was being stolen by a pair of Shuckles.
Which, as a matter of fact, is exactly what's happening.
Unfortunately for these criminal masterminds, their getaway is moving at approximately the speed of molasses left out on a park bench in Siberia, so more likely than not they're going to be noticed before anything productive comes of it.]
Well, you look like you check out, pal...
[—and apparently Albert is somewhere in the vicinity, too, given the proximity of his voice as, presumably unbeknownst to him, his Gear goes Shuckling across the floor.]
No obvious growths, no changes in teeth or coat, eyes still look bright, appetite's good...
[The purple head and glittering diamond eyes of a Sableye creep into view on the camera now, disrupting the slow-moving shot of the ceiling, and a minute later things go dark as two little clawed hands close over the lens and Gear.]
Huh. Doesn't look like there's an upper limit to these things after all. Never mind the fact that education of yours just cost as much as grad school, if not — what're you doing, Impy? Don't play with that. Just leave it there, it's fine.
[The darkness recedes, and now the Gear is on its side on a lab table — one currently covered in the pieces of fifteen broken TMs — and Albert is visible next to it. He's wearing his lab coat and gloves as usual, and is holding a Buneary who is rather nonchalantly nibbling at a piece of lettuce.
Albert continues his inspection of the Buneary another few moments, then checks his watch and heads out of sight, still carrying the Pokemon in his arms.]
Sweep and Scrappy can take care of the mess. Let's get you back in the cage, Bruce.
[And on that note, purple hands descend again, and after a few buttons click, the Gear switches off.]
Which, as a matter of fact, is exactly what's happening.
Unfortunately for these criminal masterminds, their getaway is moving at approximately the speed of molasses left out on a park bench in Siberia, so more likely than not they're going to be noticed before anything productive comes of it.]
Well, you look like you check out, pal...
[—and apparently Albert is somewhere in the vicinity, too, given the proximity of his voice as, presumably unbeknownst to him, his Gear goes Shuckling across the floor.]
No obvious growths, no changes in teeth or coat, eyes still look bright, appetite's good...
[The purple head and glittering diamond eyes of a Sableye creep into view on the camera now, disrupting the slow-moving shot of the ceiling, and a minute later things go dark as two little clawed hands close over the lens and Gear.]
Huh. Doesn't look like there's an upper limit to these things after all. Never mind the fact that education of yours just cost as much as grad school, if not — what're you doing, Impy? Don't play with that. Just leave it there, it's fine.
[The darkness recedes, and now the Gear is on its side on a lab table — one currently covered in the pieces of fifteen broken TMs — and Albert is visible next to it. He's wearing his lab coat and gloves as usual, and is holding a Buneary who is rather nonchalantly nibbling at a piece of lettuce.
Albert continues his inspection of the Buneary another few moments, then checks his watch and heads out of sight, still carrying the Pokemon in his arms.]
Sweep and Scrappy can take care of the mess. Let's get you back in the cage, Bruce.
[And on that note, purple hands descend again, and after a few buttons click, the Gear switches off.]
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[Now on to the other thing. Gordon's not exactly sure how TMs work, nor is he entirely sure he wants to know how all those broken things work with Pokemon, but he has a few questions about that matter.]
TEACHING THEM MOVES? HOW'S THAT GOING?
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[Though not the headache that invariably comes with such heads-ups — where'd he put that aspirin?]
IT'S AS CRAZY AS EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT THIS PLACE. SOMEHOW THE DISK DOESN'T JUST TEACH THEM A TRICK, BUT MODIFIES THEIR BIOLOGY SO THEY CAN EVEN USE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
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[For the record, he did catch that for the most part. He's just a bit confused about it.]
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IT ALTERS THEIR BODY SOMEHOW. MAKES THEM GROW ORGANS THAT LET THEM SPIT WATER OR THROW FIRE OR GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE. AT LEAST, THAT WAS THE HYPOTHESIS I WAS TESTING.
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[Assuming it's not something like a Fire-Type that can already do that, of course.]
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[And how the hell does THAT even work.]
THE RABBIT CAN SUMMON LIGHTNING.
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[That's a lot TMs.]
WHERE DID YOU GET ALL OF THOSE?
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