It's a busy day for the docks of Sootopolis. Ships come in packed with cargo and leave completely empty, and the moment they begin to move off, another moves in to take their place. Boxes full of food sit next to crates full of weapons sit next to cages full of Pokemon, all of them getting stacked higher and higher with each delivery. All the while, Rocket grunts hustle and bustle about, like dilligent Combee tending to their hive.

You suppose that makes you the Vespiquen in this metaphor, doesn't it? And as it happens, being the Vespiquen is a real pain in the ass, and these Combee? They're a bunch of slackers and morons and dickheads, and they're doing such a shit job that your throat is raw from yelling at them.

Arceus, you'd kill for a lozenge.

But it'll have to wait, because another ship's rolling into harbour, and you'll be damned if you let these idiots handle it themselves.

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Alphonse Zoram