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[There’s a cluster of benches in the CMA. Perched the back of one is a Brendan, popping a wheelie on his bicycle as he balances precariously. A Manectric is nearby, keeping watch over his trainer's bag and looking skeptical.
He hops from one bench to another, face twisted in concentration; then to the next one; then to the next one. Finally, he reaches the last bench and spins as he jumps off, landing his bike expertly.]
Ha! See, Manectric, I told you I could─
…Hey, what’s with the weather?
He hops from one bench to another, face twisted in concentration; then to the next one; then to the next one. Finally, he reaches the last bench and spins as he jumps off, landing his bike expertly.]
Ha! See, Manectric, I told you I could─
…Hey, what’s with the weather?