“It’s tough, man. I worked so hard. I’ve never seen this kind of money before. This was, honest to Arceus, hard work between me and my pokemon partners. And now? It’s gone. All gone! Thanks to those guys.”



“I may not look like it, especially with how I attacked your partner. But you know what? I envy you. Sure, there may be a bunch of others in this cave, but they don’t really talk with me, you know? I’ve never had anyone to argue with. I don’t have a bunch of people urging me on to do things. Here. Drink your water and get the hell out. A champion like you shouldn’t make your supporters worry!”



“… And?”



“Huh? Er.. I’m telling you to..”



“What the heck was that? Was that supposed to help me?”



“Uh..”



“The fact that you’re jealous about having these supporters has nothing to do with the fact that I’m pissed off at them! Why the hell are you trying to move me!? That’s impossible! I’ll have you know I wished to never be a host! Do you have any idea how it is to have them constantly freak out about everything!? They keep telling me to do this, or to do that. Or to do that thing to whoever or whatever I come across. It’s hell! It destroys your sense of identity! And not to mention I’m constantly being compared to the past hosts! I don’t have hundreds of supports, I’ve got hundreds of enemies! Got it!? Bah, I’m going leaving now!”

“… well, at least he paid for his meal before he left. … Wait a minute… Hey! I can’t pay any bills with some buttons and pocket lint!”

