[Hands him a stack of papers.]

[...]

I'm assigning you more work. You have too much time on your hands.

What book?

Who knew pokemon could be so efficient.

[The only idiot here is the one who let Team Rocket know they have Proton before killing him.

They coming for you, bb.]

Stop saying that word. That's not a real word.

If this is the worst I deserve I suppose I can make peace with it.

...

Now you're just getting greedy.

Mm, yes, and a face full of dirt.

That

is disgusting.

Thank you.

I deserve wealth and prosperity. Oh wait. I already have those things.

I don't care about what-ifs, I care about being stuck in damp socks the rest of the day.

You and a million others.

You could have at least worn gloves.

My next ones will be dratini skin.

Stepped in a puddle. My loafers are absolutely ruined. Wonderful start to the day.

I'll remember this when your golbat needs braces or something equally as stupid.

You're insufferable. This is humiliating.

Not even close.

I believe you could beat him. I don't believe you could shut him up.

I wish it were that simple.

Go put the jester back in his cage. We'll all benefit from it.

Then you've taken one too many close combats to the head.

Hyper beam yourself.

And Will figures into this, how?

That he's a disease in human form? Yes.

I can't even begin to fathom what you could mean by this.

The singular good thing about Will is he pisses off his own people as much as he does mine.