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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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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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