Mewtwo stared at Ahrzayl, having detected the event, but he did not intrude. He broadened his telepathic range to include Ahrzayl. "We should combine our forces and find a way out of here."
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Giovanni had just finished a meeting with Jessie, James, and their Meowth. Those three dunderheads had been waiting outside of his office for an hour, waiting to speak with him. He wasn't entirely sure about what, as he didn't pay much attention. Something about a Pikachu. Giovanni groaned as he tidied his desk. "I don't even
want that Pikachu..."
His intercom beeped and he answered it, his secretary on the other end. "Sir, should I order a uniform in size triple-x-small?"
"What?"
"For Meowth," his secretary answered, "he said that you'd put in an order for a uniform."
Giovanni groaned again. This is what happens when he doesn't pay attention. He shook his head. "Whatever. Order it."
"Right away, sir," his secretary closed the connection.
Giovanni rubbed his temples with both hands. Now he was ordering uniforms for Pokemon. That Meowth is going to look ridiculous, but he really could not bring himself to give any more of a damn. Let those three have their fun. Let them go after that stupid Pikachu. It keeps them busy and out of his hair.
Heaving a sigh, Giovanni's eyes wandered to the liquor cabinet. A nice scotch sounded quite good right about now...
(All yours, Pyro.
)
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