“Wait, those activist nerds, are they actually popular out there?” Petrel found himself asking, brow furrowed in confusion. Certainly, he thought, there were people who could get behind activism, but from the way Ellie was talking, it sounded like some sort of huge deal. That was weird. Fiorans were weird.
“God, they sound so lame. Why are they so lame? Fuckin’ Fiore, man. Fuckin’. Fiore.” With a shake of his head, Petrel pulled off the highway and turned at the first light they came across, and then into a parking lot just down the road. “We’ll celebrate you not being fuckin’ weird,” he continued, “you know what? We’re gonna get the biggest fuckin’ milkshakes they have. No, even better, let’s get two. Two milkshakes, because like hell are the tree-huggers gonna take over the world. Power to the mechanics, yeah?”
That being said, Petrel offered Ellie one of his mechanical smiles. “You know what, kid?” he chuckled, “you’re alright. Next time you come into the infirm, drop by and say hey, I’ll sneak you some stickers from the pediatric unit.”
“Pokemon Trainers are pretty frowned upon in Fiore. Its because they don’t care about the environment as much as a Pokemon Ranger does. They apparently think that Pokemon battles are inhumane too. So yeah, making a huge ass deal over nothing.” Ellie couldn’t agree more with the purple head. Fiore was just a really lame place in general, aside from becoming a mechanic and meeting her first Pokemon.
“Totally worth it to get two milkshakes. I’m so glad that I joined Team Rocket instead of becoming one of those activist nerds. Otherwise I’d turn into one of those brainless zombies that only cares about world domination through the power of caring way too much about the environment.” The ginger chuckled because this known fact would have been true.
“Ey, your alright too Petey.” The mechanic gave a pat on the others shoulder. Not sure if stickers was some kind of lingo for some kind of drug, or literally just stickers. But he probably thought that she was a teenager. At least that's what the grunt thought.