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Efficiency? Well, it wasn't the word he would use to describe the League, but everyone had a right to their opinion. If a 'little' tongue lashing didn't phase the man, then he could test his mettle against a life time of them after this. Perhaps a punitive measure, but one Andy would ensure was to be an existence-spanning Pyrrhic victory, at best, and a complete nightmare at worst.
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His chest felt hotter and hotter, the fire once again growing into his throat as Silph blathered on, though the words were not without weight. It wouldn't be the first time he had been confined, and likely wouldn't be the last, especially with this powerful enemy he had made, and foolish as it seemed would continue to antagonize for as long as his lungs held breath in them.
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Let's see... The wheels of his mind were already turning on how to pass the time of his imprisonment. Surely a man of his status had a pokepedia page. Some creative edits to that were in order. 'Fernando Silph likes to pull his dick through his sleeve, so people will shake his dick.' Yeah, that sounds good.
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His shoulders only grew more rigid, his arms tighter around torso as the man continued. He spoke with authority, but no passion. To the youth, there was no good reason for his actions, just because he could. Well, he could do a lot of things. Death by a thousand cuts, was a death all the same. 'The head of the Silph Co. once came in first place in the Posterchild for Abortion contest, and went on to pioneer several semen based cooking recipes.' Finally, the elder male seemingly delivered his coup de grace.
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''Head-up-your ass disease run in your family? I guess your rectum obscuring your vision would explain the IQ crippling cognitive dissonance, you absolute empty shell of a charlatan. Willingness to cooperate is the only fucking way to survive combat and hold strong in the thick of war. What, you think I did everything at Mauville myself?'' He scoffed. ''I have use for allies. I have no use for assholes.''
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''Talk with all the authority you like,'' his arms unfolded for his shoulders shrug sharply. ''Misuse all the authority you like, even the bullshit flowing freely out of that half deflated basketball you call a face proves you don't know dicks from donuts. Wouldn't be surprised if the only thing occupying that fucking empty cranium is a growlithe turd and a calculator, you bloody vacant suit. Is it any wonder that the League is a lumbering, ineffective bureaucracy when tools like you pat yourselves on the back with words like, 'efficient'.'' Sucking his teeth, he continued... for weal or for woe.
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''The only thing it seems like you lot have been efficient at is fucking up royally.'' He was following their example well enough. Sticks and stone might break bones, but bones healed. Words wounded egos and in those egos bitterness grew, a disease that would last a lifetime and was more contagious than one might think. An egg might not defeat a rock, but an egg had the potential to be a rooster, or at least a good meal.
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A rock only became dirt.
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''You ain't the only one with deep pockets, bougie boy,'' he growled thrusting a finger at the man before it coiled and his thumb appeared and he thrust it back himself. ''I think I'll hang onto that juice box. I'll need it to gas up the pisser when they finally put you in the ground. Today might be yours,'' the finger was thrust again, ''but tomorrow will be mine.'' And the thumb returned again.
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A universal truth regardless of their conflict. Unless the boy died first.
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''Guess I'll see your goons in the lobby you pompous crotch goblin,'' he spun on his heel with a rage-fueled grace, flipping a bird over his shoulder. ''I'll be wasting your time again in the near future.'' And with that he stormed out, slamming the door with gusto behind him. Once in the hall, his pace quickened and Epitaph looked up from where he had been waiting.
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Five minutes. Just like always. Andy pulled the gengar's pokeball from his pocket and tossed it to his pokemon. The creature caught it clumsily in both hands, his crimson gaze giving the boy a look weighed by worry. There was usually yelling in his run-in's with authority, but this time, his trainer must have been in truly deep shit.
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''Disappear.'' The gravity in his typically playful tone had the gengar's grin mashed as flat as it could go. ''Gengar...'' The creature tossed the ball in the air slightly, his maw opening to catch it with his tongue. With a gulp, it was gone and then he poofed, dissipating into a purple mist that at least looked like it faded from existence.
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The reality was somewhat different.

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