These cool little monster guys? Oh, they're here all the time. But usually they don't talk much. They just say a word or two an' that word or two tends to be bits of their names.

But today, I get this fella- [he motions to the Chansey, still nursing his whiskey like a mournful hard-drinking stereotype] -rollin' in talkin' like he's about to break into a sad jazz monologue. But hey, so long as there ain't any gunfights in my bar I'll welcome the little change up. [Though he actually enjoys gunfights, as he's the lucky one in them more often than not.] And I doubt there'll be any gunfights seein' on how the entire world is slim pickin's when it comes to weaponry.

That's the monster's job.