Once again, the Responsible Adult Support Group got off to a great start when Norman walked in, dropped down into a chair next to them, threw back Wallace's drink, and said:
“May and Brendan are fighting again”.
“Again?”
“Oh no”. The professor said, probably already anticipating his sulky, Groudon-infested teenager, when he gets home.
“It gets worse,” Norman says, slumping in his seat.
(“How,” the professor mutters, a hint of horror in his voice.)
“Wally was there, and he told them that if they didn’t kiss and make up, he'd kick both their asses”.
For a moment, silence fell as the group considered the threat of Kyogre and Groudon teaming up to kill Rayquaza. They wondered if they’d still have a region at the end of the year.
Then Wallace leaned forward.
“And, what did they do?”
Steven sighed. Why is this his life? He thought.
“@&€&&€€(;(&&(;:)€&((/“ the deoxys living in his head warbled, somehow sounding just as tired as he is.
