Oscar was immediately aghast, his stoic 'professor persona' disappearing in an instant. "The fuck is wrong with you!?" He exclaimed, grasping his head as he struggled to comprehend the level of ridiculousness before him. "No, NO! Keep your fuckin' pants on ya weirdo! What were you raised in a barn!? Shit's sake!" Oscar covered his face and sighed heavily, having reached his maximum stress level in the span of five minutes.

Oscar slowly lifted his hands and pointed them toward Mitch, "I'm just gonna assume you can work out properly." He gestured broadly toward the work out equipment that surrounded them. "I need you to work out. Right now. And I don't mean casually."

Oscar folded his arms, trying his best to regain some semblance of his earlier professionalism, "I am going to test if Infinity Energy can heal a human's physical body. If it can do it for an exhausted pokemon surely the same can be done for a human under the right conditions. You gotta fuckin' commit though, you gotta exercise until your heart feels like it's about to rip itself apart. I wanna see you get so sick that you'll have to drag your broken body to my lab for healing. Rip and tear every muscle you got until you're a husk of a human. I mean, don't break any bones or nothin' but get close."

Oscar pointed to the locker room entrance. "You can change into a workout outfit in there. Just--please come out with clothes on."

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Mitch dropped his pants anyway, and Oscar let out a sigh so heavy that he nearly sank through the floor. But fine, whatever. At least he was covered. As the subject approached the nearest equipment, Oscar would thoroughly answer his question. It just so happened that Oscar had considered these very factors during initial planning.

"It's complicated. Past tests have shown that the treatment as it exists currently can't heal major lacerations. Er, outside wounds. It can only heal minor shit on the inside. Torn muscles, exhausted lungs, aging cells, that kind of shit. So like poison would just kill you and while I thought about getting you beat up at first I think that will leave too much damage. A heavy workout is the way to go. Oh shit I almost forgot."

Oscar pulled out a pure-red pokeball and opened it to reveal his Genesect. Genesect looked to Oscar for instruction, but Oscar would just pull out his phone and begin tapping. When it realized what was happening, the cybernetic warrior threw its claws up and made a loud pitched squeal of simulated delight. Oscar looked up toward Mitch.

"What's your preferred genre for workout music?"

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Genesect did not understand the nuances of sarcasm, so Mitch's mocking seemed more like an attempt to be friendly. Genesect appreciated this, as determining if a human is friendly or not has been rather difficult in the past. Oscar paid no attention to Mitch's shenanigans, he was too busy pulling up his Metal music playlist.

Oscar tapped his phone once more, raising it dramatically to add a little dose of theatrics to an otherwise mundane task. Suddenly Heavy Metal would burst forth from speakers placed within Genesect, sending waves of 'sick-ass' riffs across the training facility. Genesect was more of a techno fan, but it still tried to appreciate Mitch's music choice with some wicked break dancing. As a being with only the most basic grasp over emotions, Genesect has found immense comfort in listening to music and learning how to dance.

It makes it feel, y'know?

Oscar folded his arms, keeping his eyes on Mitch. "Break a sweat!"

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