ACKSHUN

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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 frowned, glancing away with an obvious guilty air about him. Yeah, he could keep denying that responsibility, but the truth was he didn't feel great about all that property damage. Even if he wasn't in the right frame of mind then, he hated the idea of becoming anything like that kind of Pokemon he once was.

"It's not about you and not about lifestyle." He'd lived on an ice mountain for ages, where the only source of income was pocket change from defeated trainers. Nothing luxurious about that, and he was happy enough with it.

"I don't have the loyalty t'spare just t'fight for your country. If it comes between your orders versus Red's, or the safety of the Garden, then you're out've luck. You still wanna hire me, knowing that?"