From: "Marco262" <marco262@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Zig Zag-goon Date: Wednesday, June 23, 2004 1:05 AM kitsunenoasobi@hotmail.com (Amber) wrote in message news:<df411eb.0406021125.41d41628@posting.google.com>... > > "Is that my Amber?" she asked. "You're quite big. Look just like your > mother, you do." > > Amber realized that she was still human-looking and praised herself > for not forgetting. Her conservative grandmother -- much like Grace > Hopper -- would not have approved. > > "So what's up, Gran? I heard you were having an anniversary ball..." (Meanwhile, back at the hotel.) "Zag!" As soon as the pokéball's flash dies away, the oversexed Zigzagoon is around Jason's neck and purring happily. "Ah crap," mutters Jason, slapping his forehead, "I forgot I had you on my belt. You're like a bad running ga--HURK!" The raccoon-like critter had just dug her teeth into Jason's neck, trying for some sensuous nibbling, but only succeeding in cutting of his air supply. Jason quickly removes her from his windpipe. "Bad mustelid! No coitus! BAD mustelid!" he frowns, scolding Zig Zag as he holds her in front of his face by the nape of her neck. The oblivious creature just purrs happily, blinking her long lashes at him. Jason inspects her with a bemused look. "That's it...you're going in here til you calm yourself down." A slam and a click, and Zig Zag is gone into the drawer of the bed stand. The stand jumps about frantically, squeaking noises coming from inside, until Jason drops about 3 phone books on top to anchor it down. Jason sighs and randomly pulls out another pokéball. "Let's hope I have better luck with this one..." A flash of light, and Miami stands there, rubbing his eyes through his thick skull helmet, and holding an empty bottle of jagermeister in one limp paw. <Duuuude...> The obviously cranky Marowak quickly covers his eyes, the bottle dropping to the floor with a clank. <Totally negative points for interupting a drummer's beauty sleep. The Board of Cool Trainers will definitely hear about this breach in contract.> Jason just rests his head on his hand, contemplating his drummer. "You tell them, and I'll let Pokémon's Quarterly know about your REAL drinking habits." Miami glared at him and Jason just shrugged, hiding a smile. The Marowak threw him a face and sat heavily. A look of confusion crosses his face as he puzzles over his now empty paw. Jason takes the time and explains the situation to Miami, who listens to it all with a glazed over look. When Jason stops, his pokemon shrugs. <I dunno.> Jason grumbles and calls out his other pokemon, all of them having no idea how to get to Olivine. Jason bites his lip and inspects the slightly vibrating bedstand. He rolls his eyes skyward, and opens the drawer, digging out the zigzagoon. "Alright another favor..." Zig Zag perks up immediately, and Jason sighs in resignation. "If you can find a way for us to get to Hoenn in just two days...I'll let you have your way with me." And the zigzagoon is gone, out the door. TBC... --Marco262, the drunken kick-boxing ferret