Pyro could have easily sidestepped the old man and continued on his way to Viridian City but something aroused the trainer's curiosity. He picked up the bottle resting next to the old man and took a whiff of it only to cringe at the scent of fermented rice. Then he pressed his ear to the old man's back to hear no heartbeat... and forgot that it was the codger's snoring that drowned it out. He looked to Mr. Spook.
"I don't hear a heartbeat!" he said, "I think he had a heart attack! What do you think, Mr. Spook?"
Something about the Shadow Pokemon's grin appeared more malevolent than usual, "Gen, gen, gar, gengar!"
"Zor!" Loki added, "Zorua!"
"I think I know enough about medicine from that episode of
All My Chanseys I saw on TV four months ago," Pyro said, "So should I jumpstart the old man's ticker?"
Mr. Spook clapped his hands and then rubbed them deviously, "Gar!"
Pyro pulled out a surgical mask and tied it over his mouth, "Well, that settles that!"
He took a Pokeball and threw it over the old man, "Go Socks!"
"Rooooooow-TOM!" the Plasma Pokemon yelled as it added on the ground with a loud, metallic crash from the washing machine it possessed.
"Use Thunderbolt, Socks! We have a life to save!" Pyro shouted to the Rotom, "Clear!"
Socks smirked as he fired a lightning bolt as the hapless codger.
(Anyone think I ventured into
comedic sociopathy here?
)