You recall Strahm and quickly begin to rifle through Barry's pockets for any and all money.
[Gain 2000 moneys]
Awesome, now you're all the richer for it. You feel so proud of yourself, as you pose there and a music plays, declaring your victory!
Just then, Barry begins to stir, so you take a few steps back so it doesn't seem like you were about to rape him or anything.
"Ow, my head.... what happened..? Jesus Effing Christ, that hurt!!"
Jesus? Who's that? The only god you have in this world is the almight Arceus... and maybe yourself.
OH DAMN!
ReplyDeleteit would seem that Piplup's magnificent display of flying (or lack thereof) wasn't enough to finish the battle.
Send out Jacqued. Ask if he's preparing for round 2. If not, insinuate that he's a pervert for voyeurism.