From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Chaoticllama wakes up Date: Thursday, June 03, 1999 8:48 PM When Chaoticllama woke up, he was in a small room with one bunk, and a door locked from the outside. He realised, that they had totally disarmed him. He saw through the bars in the door, his pokebelt, his saddlebags, his pack, and all his guns and knives, he slammed a fist into the steele door. He punched on the door with both fists, till he was worn out, his knuckles were bleeding, and the door was noticably dented. Then he threw himself down on the bunk. Only a few seconds later the door opened. Giovanni, with 4 guards walked in. "What's a matter giovanni, not man enough to take on an unarmed man by yerself anymore?" said Chaoticllama anger flashing into his voice. "That was nice defense you set up in the Great Plains. I didn't want to take any chances this time. Just so you know, you are the only one on your side captured/killed. You won the battle." Chaoticllama smiled sadistically. "16 men against no telling how many TR members, and 16 pull it out with only one capture. Not bad, just shows your tactics need work tho." said Chaoticllama. Giovanni smiled," my feelings exactly, that's why I have come to offer you a place in Team Rocket, with an excellent salary, and other benefiets." Chaoticllama being a simple country boy, was thinking about it, sounded good to him, "What kind of benefiets?" he asked. "Benefiets such as we never attack Insanellama without his making the first move, or without your consent." said Giovanni. That sealed the deal, as far as Chaoticllama figured,besides which he was tired of being hounded by Team Rocket,"You got yourself a deal Giovanni," said Chaoticllama standing up, "So how soon do I get out of this cell?" Giovanni motioned him out. Chaoticllama picked up his gear, and arranged it into the proper places. "There's a clip missing," he said. "We must have dropped it in the field," said Giovanni. "Oh well, no big deal" said Chaoticllama, quickly disassembling his pistol, the two oozies, and the mark II rifle. and in record time, he cleaned, oiled, and reassembled them. Giovanni smiled, Chaoticllama really hadn't lost a step in the transition. It was almost amazing, almost. Chaoticllama saddled up his rapidash. He took a red R patch, and fixed it into the middle of the black broadcloath cloak. Now he had changed paths in his destiny, what lay ahead, he had no idea, but he did know, that what lay behind was now tattered, torn, and insinerated into ashes. He had no past left. TBC Well Agent0007, if u think Chaoticllama's not keeps on this, he is, he won't be switching back.