[Did you want insult to injury? Cause you're getting an old cop standing over you and laughing his ass off.]

If I knew tossing a little rodent at you would be the thing that worked, I'd've done it a long time ago.

[For its part, the innocent Rattata hits the ground, bounces, chitters angrily, and runs off into the tall grass in search of someone who will battle properly as God intended.

Blake's attention is all on the kid. Though he's not as much of a kid now. He even looks like he's cleaned up some.]

Christ. [He reaches a hand down to help him up. There's a ring on one finger.] Long fuckin' time, no see.