.
.
.
You'll be relying on them a lot, so you better learn about them.
(It also has the Wireless Club and free computer access.)
(That reminds me, I should get some Poké Balls soon...)
.
.
.
(Yes, this is my chance!)
(... No, it's not. And he's right, I
can't run in these shoes.)
(Might as well see this through.)
.
.
.
This is a Pokémon Mart.
.
.
.
Trainers will be battling their Pokémon there.
If you go a little farther, you'll see Mr. Pokémon's House.
(Oh? It must be that house just beyond the ledge; thanks gramps, that's actually useful!)
.
.
.
Ah ha haaa...
Some Pokémon are found only in water.
.
.
.
For your effort keeping up with me, I'll give you my Running Shoes! They're still warm!
(Just smile and nod...)
Got you, didn't I? Don't worry, these are brand new!
FC received the Running Shoes from Guide Gent!
(... Hey, these are pretty nice actually.)
(But giving gifts to a ten year old? Come on; it's the sex offender registry for you, bub.)
.
.
.
The instructions read, "Touch the Sprint Button on the Touch Screen to sprint."
It also says, "Hold the B Button down to sprint."
.
.
.
*SLAM!*
.
.
.
... How abrupt. Huh.
(I guess he
wasn't looking to Harden his METAPOD. Explore my Diglett's Cave. Get a SQUIRTLE for a MACHOKE.
Coerce me into sex acts.)
(Maybe he
was just a nice, strange old man.)
.
.
.
(... Best to err on the side of caution, though.)
*Click!*
(Oh goddammit.)
(The repair shop wiped my phone book! How am I going to call
child protection? Or
the police at least?)
(Ok, how about emergency services...)
*Beep boop beep*
.
.
.
(What's this?)
("The Silph Co. Pokémon Gear is not a traditional telephone service or a replacement for your primary telephone service. The Silph Co. Pokémon Gear does not allow you to make emergency calls to emergency services. You must make alternative communications arrangements to ensure that you can make emergency calls if needed.")
(Oh this is lame.)
(Fine,
I give up. I'm too young to be worried about performing my
civic duty anyway.)
.
.
.
(... Those idiots wiped my phone book!)
(Maybe it was the Soda Pop?)
(I have to blame
someone other than myself!)
.
.
.