Her entry into the club is uncharacteristically quiet for the bombastic Grunt as she slides through the doors like a ghost, a large backpack hefted over her shoulder as she slips past a trio of unruly men roaring about how much ass they kicked in the Ultra Deep. She didn't particularly care for all the noise these idiots were making, even the party itself was rather boring to her, not nearly ultramodern enough to sate her wild desires. But that's okay, she wasn't here to party either, she had a very specific goal in mind as she creeps towards the DJ's setup with a malicious grin.

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It's violent, it's loud, it's abrupt, it's just her kind of entrance. The music cuts without warning and all eyes turn to the DJ's booth, where Xenon stands over a bound and gagged man who had once been running the music. "Alright you primitive bones for brains losers! Listen good and listen hard, cause I've got some words for anyone here with even an ounce of ambition!"

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The TVs all flicker from whatever channels they had been on, the same image displayed on each as Xenon continues. The Paradox Pokemon designated as Iron Jugulis. "All of you who actually showed up and put some work in at the Ultra Deep, I'm sure you recognize this badass! Or you at least saw something like it! A machine from the future, a war machine that tore its way through all your teams and took all your strength just to tie down and capture! And I know some of you captured them, cause I was able to grab hold of that future and capture it for myself!" She pulls out a Pokeball and displays it to everyone in the club, voices begin to murmur as they wonder if she's going to release that monster inside the room right now. But she doesn't, she tucks the Pokeball back into her jacket and continues.

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"Now I'm not saying we shouldn't be having a good time, Arceus knows I love a good ultramodern party after I fuck shit up! But what I'm here to say, is that I'm not content with just capturing these things! These machines! And make no mistake, that is what they are! They're machines! And if there's one thing I know better than anyone, it's that we Rockets can MAKE machines!" The implication is clear as she stares out into the crowd with manic eyes. "So if any of you have caught one of these machines, find me at the labs! With your help, I say we can make a whole fucking army of these things! And then each and every one of you boneheads can get a taste of the future, Rocket Style!" The mic is dropped onto the lap of the DJ, she hops down from the stage and parts the crowd as they all continue staring. And then she parks her ass down at the bar. "Alright, you can all get back to your stupid little party now. I'm done!" And so the music goes, leaving that one seed of an idea in everyone's brain.

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Can pokemon really be mass produced like that?

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