That's what Maurice's text read nearly two months after he received the little bundle of buggy joy from Ford's Monster Factory. He'd asked to meet in the park (both so that there were witnesses if he died and because there was plenty of room to run away if things went badly) and apologized about six more times before he finally stuck his 'Gear in his pocket.
And there he stood. Maurice waited under a tree wearily staring down at the pokeball in his hands. He was wearing plastic bags wrapped around his hands.
Something BUGGING you, Pines?
That's what Maurice's text read nearly two months after he received the little bundle of buggy joy from Ford's Monster Factory. He'd asked to meet in the park (both so that there were witnesses if he died and because there was plenty of room to run away if things went badly) and apologized about six more times before he finally stuck his 'Gear in his pocket.
And there he stood. Maurice waited under a tree wearily staring down at the pokeball in his hands. He was wearing plastic bags wrapped around his hands.