Grieving for Ramirez aside, wee'll move on.

A very small localized sandstorm over an equally small desert. How peculiar. Well, my Go-Goggles defy this attempt at fudgeing me around, and I set off to catch a pokemon.

This is acceptable.



Scene jump!

On my return trip, I stop in at Rydel's, and get my bike swapped.

Bitcheeeees. You wish you could ride like me. I wish I could ride like me, and I'm me!


It's... uh... are you the corporate guy or the guy who hangs out in gyms? If the latter, how the fudge did you beat me here?



He didn't mention the holes and stains, right? That totally wasn't me.



And the award for "chocolatetiest metaphor" goes to this guy!



For a moment there, I thought you were going to be cool and name it after me. "The Sigmund Ball" has an excellent ring to it.


My prize is a pokeball which I can use to catch a pokemon I've already caught once, again. Fabulous.

Meanwhile, at Petalburg Gym...

MEL- I mean, SIGMUND IS HERE



Okay, so my DAD runs a GYM of bullchocolate and item abuse. I knew I got it from somewhere.

I choose this one.

As you can see, accuracy didn't phase me much, no. (Although, a cat that used shock wave was a suprise)

It's hard to recover if your pokemon's colon is being worn as an anklet by my pokemon.

And this room was just a guy who relied on crits, so used slash.
He didn't last long.

This is the team for this battle:

Relatively unchanged, but I'm sure I will do fine if I lead with Erhardt.








I'll finish this tomorrow. Tired today.