(A while.

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"Might have to get one from out there," Quickie nodded, still sketching. "You know, Mewtwo liked to watch me paint. He said that it was fascinating to watch someone take random strokes of color and make something. To go from a blank canvas to a finished piece. Painting wasn't as clearly defined as just drawing was, as my methods weren't as evident. He said it was like creating life; taking random, disparate elements and putting them together."
Another hall away, the door to the holding cell opened, the wardens stepping in, finally introducing themselves to Mewtwo. The bespectacled warden gave a nod of his head. "I'm sorry we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Stan Lee, I'm a warden from Pal Park, and this is Jack Kirby, who also is from Pal Park."
Kirby nodded. "We handle larger Pokemon there, have experience with higher-leveled Pokemon and aggressive species."
Lee stepped closer to Mewtwo. "Your trainer gave us your medicine, so we're going to give you a dose and leave you alone, okay? Someone will be here soon to talk to you. This is just to keep you calm." He motioned for Kirby to follow him. "Will you let us do that? We won't hurt you."
"We'll be quick about it," Kirby stepped in front of Mewtwo and crouched. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?"
Lee fussed with sliding a pill into the tip of the oral syringe and then walked closer to Mewtwo, getting to a crouch, and carefully putting Mewtwo in a headlock. "Hold still, okay? This will just take a second." He gripped Mewtwo's muzzle and forced his mouth open by sliding his finger between his teeth. With the other hand, Lee inserted the end of the syringe into Mewtwo's mouth and popped the pill into the back of his throat. "All done!" Quickly, Lee released Mewtwo and backed away.
"You were a good boy," Kirby praised, also backing away. "Just sit tight, and we'll get you some more water."
"You took that like a champ," Lee smiled as he and Kirby headed for the door. "Take it easy and someone will be in to talk to you in a bit, okay?" He and Kirby left the room.
Mewtwo rubbed his throat, having swallowed the pill. He did not like the tone that the wardens used with him, speaking to him as if he were simple. But, he felt it best to remain silent and indifferent, and to avoid resisting, as such actions would further incriminate him. He was in enough trouble as it was.