BAH BAH BOW
Gary Oak’s Journal: September 30th, 1998
Growlith carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, the top percentage of all the Rattatas will drown. The accumulated filth of all their contests and battles will foam up about their waists and all the Gardevoirs and Elite Four members will look up and shout “Save us!”…
…and I’ll look down and whisper “Smell ya later!”
