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You know what would be super nice? If everything wasn't actually a Pokemon here. I don't get it. How does this work, at all? What.. what happened in this world that this--

[ The camera whips around, focusing on a Trubbish at his feet, weeds growing wildly off its head. It stares up at Yuri with innocent eyes. A shiny, of course. Of course, it was a shiny because Yuri couldn't be blessed with an actual good shiny, could he?

Still, shinys were rare so Yuri could hardly complain about that but IT WAS A TRUBBISH, OKAY. ]

All I wanted to do was throw out a faulty Pokeball and this is what I get. A sentient bag of trash that is not only a literal bag of trash that has eyes, a mouth and won't stop following me but is also apparently a SPECIAL sentient bag of trash!

[ Chris the Servine wasn't going to let the camera be focusing around with draping herself dramatically over Hefty who was red in the face at her sudden appearance. She puts a little hand to her chest, tail lifting so you could see her flowers well enough. Yes, look at her, were we taking photos?

Nita the Maractus was there a moment later, with Erosdon the Rowlett perched on her head and Leroy the Oddish bouncing after her. It was picture time! Pictures with the new friend! Honorary Green Group member! Look at them, LOOK AT THEM--YURI, DON'T YOU TURN THE CAMERA AWAY--!! ]

At least it's a poison type, I kind of needed one anyway and it's not like--HEY!!

[ Yuri was suddenly mobbed, feathers flying and petals and leaves, his Pokemon trying to all get into the picture to show off. Look at their new friend! Look--And the gear goes flying, flipping around and landing on the ground. With a perfect view of Yuri being mobbed. ]

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Ha! You're stuck with one, too!

Yeah, they're literally living heaps of garbage. If you ever needed further proof there's no god...

Yeah, thinking I should name it JACK after you. Garbage Jack!

[ Yuri had freed himself from his 'mons. He was a little grouchy about this being the person replying but... whatever. He was getting used to Jack popping up in random places. ]

On the one hand...Trubbish. On the other, I'm liking this trend of having a bunch of Pokemon named after me!

And I haven't even named any of'em.

Oh, ew gross, then definitely not. I mean, I already wasn't going to because it'd be such an insult to the Trubbish.

[ Not that Hefty wasn't a literal insult... ]

Oh yeah, sure, your magic garbage would be super insulted to be named after a successful space emperor turned family man. Yup.

Worst insult.

What I heard is 'annoying asshole who thinks he's better than he is'. Hefty doesn't think he's better than anyone, isn't that right, you stupid bag of garbage?

[ Master noticed Hefty!! Hefty was delighted. ]

I think I'm exactly as awesome as I am!

Of course it doesn't, what the hell does trash have to lord itself over? ...well, I guess toxic waste. Regular trash is a step above toxic waste. Or medical waste!

Okay, I guess he's got some high ground after all. I stand corrected.

Nah. You're not.

And he's literally better than every other Trubbish purely on the fact that he's mine, so...

Then he's shiny on top of it. Literally the best Trubbish.

[ Hefty was going to cry. Yuri glances down at him. ]

...Which isn't saying much.

[ O-oh... different kind of tears. ]

That's the same thing I say about my Charizard.

No, it's really not. I've had one stalking me since I got here. They're a mockery of nature.

I mean plenty of stuff here is, but...seriously. Garbage?

There's shit like keys or whatever too. Apparently there's a coffin one? Oh, or just the balls of slime. I feel like at least Trubbish can keep it's shit together.

Oh yeah, there's a coffin. One of my girls had one of those. My partner's got a friggin sword. a living sword! oh, and i got one of those that's living computer code.

that one's really freaking cool, though.

You're too old to know what to do with a computer Pokemon. I mean, you're clearly senile considering you're still talking to me even though I called you trash like four times.

Are you kidding me? I'm a friggin certified computer genius. Programming and coding - we're talking down to the lowest levels. I think in binary. I've designed programs nobody else was even dreaming of yet, security nobody can crack, AIs that develop sentience and feelings. I'm pretty much the best, actually.

You assume I care what you call me.

Yeah sure, I totally believe all of that.

[Jack just shrugs. And unlike usual, it seems...genuine. As if he actually doesn't care whether or not he's believed on this one point. Which he doesn't. Because unlike nearly everything else Jack claims about himself, this one's actually true.]

Believe whatever you want. You've got free will.

I assume. You've never claimed to be a robot prior to life in Pokeworld.

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