> Seppucrow: Embarrass trainer.
[ The video feed comes on to a whirling myriad of colours and cacophony of sounds. When it finally steadies (somewhat), it becomes apparent that the 'Gear is being held by a bird Pokémon, flying overhead. Her trainer stands below, stopped for the moment and looking up at her. ]
Are you even fucking serious right now? You're stealing shit from me? What, are you gonna put a fucking bow on it and drop it on my head in fifteen minutes?
[ Close to the 'Gear, a Murkrow krows cheerfully. ]
It better be fucking wrapped, that's all I'm saying. If you're gonna steal my shit and pretend it's a gift for me, I want the whole nine yards. A nice card, too. Leave a little message inside, like, 'You're the coolest trainer, Dave! It means so much to me that you've put up with all my incredible bullshi-
[ He's cut off rather suddenly by a Pokéball at his waist bursting open. When the flash of light resolves, a Magikarp is on the ground, flopping frantically and karping at the top of its stupid lungs.
Dave takes a brief moment, slipping his hand beneath his shades to rub his eyes. When he drops his hand, he stares at the frenzied fish. ]
I'm gonna buy you a fucking leash if you keep doing this shit.
[ If he was going to return the Magikarp, he's already lost his chance. The 'Gear is circling tightly around the scene, and now sweeps closer, closer, closer-
and clatters to the ground, tumbling over a few times before landing faceup. You may catch a brief glimpse of the former cameramon carrying away her prize: a struggling orange fish.
Dave picks up the 'Gear, apparently unaware that it's on. ]
All that shit I said still holds! Sign the fucking card!
[ It's then that he glances down, and his mouth quirks downward briefly when he notices the 'Gear is recording. Only a beat passes before he speaks, nonchalantly. ]
Caught a Magikarp in Cherrygrove. It's been popping out of its ball all day, though. [ He turns the feed to follow his Murkrow and the fish through the sky. ] Maybe this is a better plan.
[ With the camera still on them, the bird finally loses her precarious grip on her struggling teammate, and the fish begins plummeting to Earth. Dave seems unconcerned, but as it approaches the ground, a beam of light shoots out from behind the 'Gear and returns the Magikarp safely. ]
Feathery asshole can't do anything right.
Are you even fucking serious right now? You're stealing shit from me? What, are you gonna put a fucking bow on it and drop it on my head in fifteen minutes?
[ Close to the 'Gear, a Murkrow krows cheerfully. ]
It better be fucking wrapped, that's all I'm saying. If you're gonna steal my shit and pretend it's a gift for me, I want the whole nine yards. A nice card, too. Leave a little message inside, like, 'You're the coolest trainer, Dave! It means so much to me that you've put up with all my incredible bullshi-
[ He's cut off rather suddenly by a Pokéball at his waist bursting open. When the flash of light resolves, a Magikarp is on the ground, flopping frantically and karping at the top of its stupid lungs.
Dave takes a brief moment, slipping his hand beneath his shades to rub his eyes. When he drops his hand, he stares at the frenzied fish. ]
I'm gonna buy you a fucking leash if you keep doing this shit.
[ If he was going to return the Magikarp, he's already lost his chance. The 'Gear is circling tightly around the scene, and now sweeps closer, closer, closer-
and clatters to the ground, tumbling over a few times before landing faceup. You may catch a brief glimpse of the former cameramon carrying away her prize: a struggling orange fish.
Dave picks up the 'Gear, apparently unaware that it's on. ]
All that shit I said still holds! Sign the fucking card!
[ It's then that he glances down, and his mouth quirks downward briefly when he notices the 'Gear is recording. Only a beat passes before he speaks, nonchalantly. ]
Caught a Magikarp in Cherrygrove. It's been popping out of its ball all day, though. [ He turns the feed to follow his Murkrow and the fish through the sky. ] Maybe this is a better plan.
[ With the camera still on them, the bird finally loses her precarious grip on her struggling teammate, and the fish begins plummeting to Earth. Dave seems unconcerned, but as it approaches the ground, a beam of light shoots out from behind the 'Gear and returns the Magikarp safely. ]
Feathery asshole can't do anything right.