ACKSHUN

[tank_rockarms]

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

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Vinnie let that information digest. Being able to leave, that was a good thing, right? Barring any more disasters that send him spiraling into debt, that is. He didn't know when his leaves would grow in - could be in a week, could be in a year, or never. Wasn't likely he'd manifest any sort of power. Grass was pretty awful against Steel anyway. That pollen-based bonus was just hay fever.

"I really doubt that..." But as ever, the Venusaur looked to Red. His trainer always knew what would be best for him, right? He would know how to figure out contract thingers. It reassured him to let his boss have the final say.

Red, the wisest and most masculine of all human beings, show him the way.