And she's feeling aggravated
No, ya jus' caugh' me on lunch. How's thin's back home?
Ya wha'? Sorry, I don' know anybody with green hair. Ask one o'tha guys?
[Cracks up into laughter.] Tha's typical Michelle! I swear she needs one o'those rubber rings around her waist!
No, why would I truckin' wan' ta talk ta tha' truckin'... hello? Mother?
[Courtney stops walking, looking quizzically at her Pokegear. That quickly changes to a frown as she taps a few more buttons; no way can something so modern, so state of the art, break down just like that. It's not long until her short fuse is blown and in her frustration drop kicks it...
In your general direction.]
Ya wha'? Sorry, I don' know anybody with green hair. Ask one o'tha guys?
[Cracks up into laughter.] Tha's typical Michelle! I swear she needs one o'those rubber rings around her waist!
No, why would I truckin' wan' ta talk ta tha' truckin'... hello? Mother?
[Courtney stops walking, looking quizzically at her Pokegear. That quickly changes to a frown as she taps a few more buttons; no way can something so modern, so state of the art, break down just like that. It's not long until her short fuse is blown and in her frustration drop kicks it...
In your general direction.]