From: Insanellama (insanellama316@yahoo.com) Subject: [PW!] Pallet town (ATTN ANYONE) I want some interaction Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-08-10 22:32:38 PST Insanellama sold the wagon to a farmer and pocketed the cash. He then rode up to Proffessor Oak's lab. He knocked on the door. "Hello there. How can I help you?" All the fresh happiness from a job well done wilted instantly. "You don't even remember me do ya man. You probably don't remember giving Darkhorse to me when I was three and he was just a ponyta either do you?" Insanellama indicated the black rapidash standing beside him. "Well that's great Professor, just great, and pretty typical too. I thought you were more than just typical man, my mistake. I thought you were different man, but you're just like all the others who won't return my calls now. Anyway, I just wanted to sleep inside today, or maybe catch up on old times, but I'll just see you later instead." Insanellama pulled his hat down a little lower in front and turned to leave. "There's one more childhood illusion thats lost forever." he said this under his breath. "You're not actually Insanellama are you?" Insanellama turned suddenly. "That's me. You do remember." "Why of course, it's just that well, you see, I've made rather a collection of your obituaries." "Yeah, I can understand how that might confuse you." Insanellama shrugged. "People like to brag, 'I killed this, I killed that.' They get in such a hurry that they don't wait around to check the pulse before they go talk to some reporter. Anyway, as usual, the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. The reports of my drunken, near death, stupor, were pretty on the mark until the past few weeks though." "Well, come on inside then." TBC??? -Insanellama aim:Insanelama