From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: Re: [PW!] [SC] Preparing For The Final Round Over Dinner Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-24 17:01:47 PST > Bo walked off to the cafeteria, got a tray of food, sat at the table >where Ben and Robert were, started a conversation, and, reaching into >his bag, got the present out when the conversation ended. "No!" Trent said. Bo turned around and received a fist in his face. Bo dropped his present. "What was that for?" "You cost me a lot of money!" Trent yelled. Bo stood up and punched Trent. Trent puched back then pulled his gun out. "You die!" "No way!" Bo replied. Robert and Ben watched. Bo threw his tray at Trent and Trent fell down. Bo won the fight. ...Wait, wait, wait, what the fuck? "Argh, did he just do that?!" Trent asked himself. "No, he didn't!" Trent grabbed Bo by the collar and carried him out of the cafeteria. "We're taking this outside, you punk!" Robert and Ben exchanged confused glances. They silently agreed that it was best if Bo handled it alone. Outside, Bo dropped to the floor as Trent raised his fist. "I don't know why you're doing this, but if I have to fight you, I will!" "You cost me my small fortune!" "What?" "I bet on your match and lost because of your maverick Salamence." "Beating me up won't get you your money back." "No, but it'll be enough fun to make up for the loss!" Trent slammed his fist down, but Bo rolled out, letting Trent's hand slam into the grass and raise a small shower of dirt into the air. Bo was already on his feet, but Trent quickly swept his legs and dropped him back to the ground. Moving too quickly for Bo to react, Trent grabbed him by the neck and held him up against a tree. With his free hand, he took a small vial of Ariados venom from his coat and popped the cork off. "I was hoping I could find a use for this..." "AAARRRR, THERE YE ARE, YA SCURVY SCALAWAG!" Trent flinched and crushed the vial in anger, sighing. His gloves protected him from the glass shards, but he still wiped the venom on Bo's coat, glass and all. "ME HEARTIES ARE BACK AND WE'RE TAKIN' THE LOOT WITH US!!" "...In the middle of something here, Ahab..." "YER FRIEND THERE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, I SAW IT ALL ON THE TELEVISION!" "Give me the reward and get out, I've got something else to take care of here." "THERE A BOUNTY ON THAT SCALAWAG?" "IS THAT THE ONLY WORD YOU KNOW?!" "AYE..." Ahab said sadly. "HERE'S YER REWARD, HUNTER!" Ahab took a step forward and once again fell from the lack of support from his Seaking horn prosthetic. "AARRRRRRRRR!" "Excuse me for just a second," Trent said to Bo. He was about to let go of him, but stopped to consider the situation. Trent heaved him into the air and gave him a good sock, sending him flying several feet into the grass. Trent cleared his throat, dusted off his sleeves, and turned to Ahab, who was just standing up. "My reward?" "HERE YE GO, ME HEARTY!" "Don't call me that." Ahab handed Trent a rathy hefty pouch full of coins. Trent opened it and inspected it. "Hmm. I was expecting more." "THAR BE 200,000 IN THERE, YA SCALAW... ER... YA SCURVY... ARRRRRR I'M OUT OF INSULTS YA SCALAW... AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" "It's small, but I'll accept it," Trent told the sea captain, knowing well that he had put forth very little effort in killing the White Magikarp. "You took the head already?" "AYE. ME SHIP'S NEARLY SINKING FROM THE WEIGHT OF ME BOOTY." Trent cocked an eyebrow. "ARRRRRRRR, I BEST RETURN TO ME SHIP LEST ME MATES STAGE A MUTINY!" "Right..." "'TIL WE MEET AGAIN HUNT-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" Quickly, a pirate lackey ran to Ahab and helped him back up. Trent rubbed his forehead and moved to put the pouch on his belt, but feeling its weight, he smiled. He held it out as if to use it as a weapon, and turned around to the spot where Bo... "DAMMIT!" Bo was gone. Angry, Trent was about to throw his reward into the air, but quickly stopped himself. "Slash," Ashura said, suddenly appearing next to him with a watermelon slice. "Sandslash?" "Well where the fuck have you been?" "Sandslash," Ashura said casually, biting into the juicy watermelon. "Slash slash slash?" "He got away. The pirate guy gave me the reward, so we'd better get Kurt and those gimps and get going." Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil