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[So here's Albert.

Since coming to Johto, Albert's seen a lot of wacky shit go down. He's seen people mutating into some kind of hideous hybrid creature from an airborne mutant virus. He's seen ledges that defy the laws of physics. He's seen dragons and dinosaurs and aliens. He's seen people who claim beyond a shadow of a doubt to be actual ponies. He's been yelled at by a teenage Viking. He's been flown all over creation on a bird with clouds for wings and carried forcibly around by a giant green sparklegrizzly and endured patently stupid roadtrips that involved caves and forests and god only knows what else. He's been taunted by ghosts. He's been assaulted with puppies. He's fallen in a really big hole.

He's survived the freaking Armageddon and still didn't let it ruin Christmas.

And now, here on the third day of this latest bout of flagrant insanity, in his quiet home in Saffron City with a brand new swimming pool sparkling in the yard and a snarling levitating three-hundred-pound flesh-eating snowflake snapping at the end of its chain near the outhouse, he is stepping outside to collect himself with a cup of coffee and a moment's peace—

...

And there is a BIG DAMN TREE TRANSPLANTED RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF HIS FORMERLY PRISTINE SIDEWALK, and WHEN THE HELL DID THAT GET THERE and WHO THE HELL EVEN RIPS UP A TREE AND—

...

...

Silently, Albert sips his coffee.

Just another day in Johto, apparently.]
worktodo: (LAB ☮ hey check out my bone saw)
Filtered to Federal Agents - Dale Cooper, Gordon Cole, Spencer Reid, and Ziva David )

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[The voice on the audio here is rapid and succinct — Albert in his natural state.]

Three things. Number one, I thought the special-delivery egg thing was bad enough, but now it looks like we've graduated into the post-hatched ones, too. Let me make this clear: this is not a foster home. So if you're one of the dunderheads whose animal went missing lately, I'd suggest you make getting your butt down to the lost and found a priority right about now. There's a couple here that might be yours, and I'm not planning on playing babysitter forever.

Number two: For anybody looking to make a quick buck, you find me one of these things —


— and we'll talk bounty for it.

And number three: while I realize this is asking a lot of a world where the application of physics itself occasionally depends on whether or not you've got a piece of plastic clipped to your coat, is it even possible to get an actual turkey around here, or am I going to have to go make do with serving up some kind of fire chicken or psychic goose next week?
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Handwritten | Not Posted To Network | Burned Immediately After Written )

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[Oh, look. It's yet another anonymous text showing up on the network during this lack-of-Gear-ID crisis! ...Not that it's exactly hard to tell who might be behind it, but hey.]

It looks like this damn network is still on the fritz, so I'm going to keep this brief:

• While bees can fly in the rain, there's a variety of reasons why they usually don't. Not least among these reasons is that they can detect changes in air pressure, and therefore generally have the good sense to stay in the hive when a storm's on its way. Skunks also don't take well to rain and damp conditions because it puts them at higher risk of coming down with pneumonia, which is usually fatal. So for anybody who thinks they're going to run into one or both of them in the near future, bear in mind that so long as these storms keep up, the chances of it are pretty much slim to none.

• I'm not buying Tylenol, but you better believe I'm stocking up on aspirin.

• And where the hell do these eggs keep coming from? What do I look like, a henhouse?

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