NO! [Mirakle B kept running after the groovy creature.] DON’T RUN AWAY! [Luckily for Mirakle B, his legs were substantially longer than Nippel’s 5 tiny legs, and he caught up quickly. Sliding in front of the Pokemon to stop it in its tracks, Mirakle B pointed to the sky in a disco-esque pose.] I see. You’ve got a fever, don’t you? [He picked up the Pokemon, his eyebrows furrowing into a rather serious expression.] BOOGIE FEVER.
Let me teach you. [fixes a gaze with the Pokemon through his helmet’s shades]
.. Wait, who’s your trainer?
.. Wait, Pokemon can’t talk.
…
[Nippel was sweating. What do??!?! He could smell the musk groove radiating from the freaky kid and he didn't like it. It was almost as if the nasty miasma was grooving itself.]
Q-quil.
[Nippel uttered a cry, but it was actually an ancient chant passed down to him from his ancestors and it roughly translated to "Hellfire and brimstone! A nest of vipers on your family! May an abhorrent toxic ail your form, for the dogs of war have slipped loose! You shall not see the light of dawn." Or something like that.]
