Boy, that was random," remarked Jamie,
referring to the Moltres attack that occured moments ago.
Tiki piped in, "I'll say."
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After a few hours of walking, the Anti-Mewtwo Crew, including a
soaking wet Score and an extra-crispy John, finally reached
Pewter City. The group immediately went to the Pokécenter and
deposited their various Pokémon. While they waited, Jamie was
trying to levitate a Pokéball, which she figured would do less
damage than her last attempt.
<Jamie must concentrate,> said the slightly
impatient Drowsee. "Like I could," she grumbled.
"Here we are being hunted down by a crazy
genetically-engineered Mewtwo and a pyromaniacal Moltres,
practically running for our lives, and you expect me to
concentrate on a Pokéball." <Yes, Drowsee
does.>
"Oh," and she continued to focus.
After a few more moments, the ball tilted slightly to the
left, then returned to its original position.
Pipian was watching with interest. "That's a real
comfort." Jamie was getting pretty upset at that
point, what with Drowsee and Pipian 'encouraging' her, and
suddenly, the Pokéball flew from its inert position, right into
Pipian's smirking face.
"OWWWWWW!" he yelled, clutching his forehead in
pain. "What did you do that for?"
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
<Jamie also needs to control her temper.>
Now, Jamie thought, I'm more confused than ever.