Well, well, well

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I have returned to the well after destroying several wild Pokémon to give Flagrant and Flitwick a taste for blood.

Oh hey, I recognize you! You were the oddball who didn't want anyone falling down the well. Good job preventing that happening to Kurt. Oh, wait.

Apparently my pointing this out to him does not fly. Upon closer inspection, I notice that there is a large "R" embroidered on the front of his uniform. What could this mean? Rad? Resplendent? Respectisquad?

Ah. Rocket. So you guys are the ones that have been causing all this mess. I must hand to you; you lot were about the last people I'd expect.

Their primary weapon of choice is Zubats. Flitwick has, fortunately, lost all of the species sympathy it once had. It is a bloodthirsty murder machine with no remorse and no pity.

It does not take us long to dispatch each Rocket. They are insufferably weak, and I once again question the structure of this universe I'm in where the weak are allowed to become higher-ups.

Especially those who commit such heinous crimes... These dear, intelligent creatures should not have had to suffer this fate. Their blank eyes show me all of the pain they hide deep in their hearts. I will avenge you, Slowpokes.

The last Rocket I encounter is disturbingly smug after having seen me wipe out his cohorts one by one. He claims that nothing I can do will make a difference - they've all gotten their stock of tails and I'm basically just crashing the afterparty.

He is not spared. Even with Flagrant shrinking down into a sort of tiny starfish, we are undefeatable.

Kurt finally hobbles his way over only to congratulate me and then escort me out of the cave. I am wary of that oddly square boulder, but I guess that will have to wait for now.

D'aww, the Slowpokes have returned to the town. They are charismatic beyond words.

Before I head into the gym, I decide I might as well take a peek at what this whole "spooky forest of death" thing is about.

But I can't. I'm sure you already know why.

I swear, Knabbs, you're at every turn. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me~

He of course challenges me to a battle.

Pshaw. We can handle this, right guys?

...Hm.

A change of strategy may be in order.

And so we defeat him with our hallucinogenic awesomeness.

Knabbs, you silly person. You can speak of how much you hate the weak all you want, but you must remember that I'm in that boat with you.

A tiny boat in the middle of a shark-infested lake. Just the two of us. You want to jump out of the boat, I can tell.

You can't jump out of the boat, Knabbs.

And he leaves me once again.

I make my way to the gym, bringing our psychedelic funk with me. They don't stand a chance.

NEXT TIME: A gym and a foresty thing! Bazinga!

[Note from irl Frez: Huh. Looks like I never got around to making a picture for this one. OH WELL. I'll do it later. Maybe.]