*Hemlock snorted again, still gathering his supplies.*
"What bug crawled up your butt? We'll get that Zigzagoon. We got a robot and a Trainer. It's as good as caught." *Mulberry turned on the remote control and maneuvered the robot behind Hemlock to poke him in the back of the leg.*
"It's not a toy!" *Hemlock snapped, moving to a different part of the lab.* "Playing around with expensive equipment... You're as bad as that Hypno."
"Will you lay off? Goodness, I'm trying to have a conversation, here, and dammit, where are my shoes?!"
*And so, Mr. P and Prof. Hypno were underway, heading out for dinner and then to Petalburg. Hypno slumped in the passenger side, watching the scenery go by. He chewed on his bottom lip and shifted in his seat in order to be more comfortable. The entire back of his left leg ached, and therapy would end up making the pain worse. He didn't particularly like doing all the painful stretches, while at the same time being told that if his joints don't loosen up, then he may soon have to have his tendons released.*
*That prospect didn't sit right with him, as he'd have to spend months with his arm and leg in a cast, and he wouldn't be able to work. It would end up giving Hemlock more fuel for his snide remarks.* "Hemlock doesn't... understand wha-at it's like..."